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Queen Pen feat. Miss Jones Miscellaneous Ghetto Divorce Queen Pen feat. Miss Jones Ghetto Divorce [Verse 1] For too many years, I had yo back And for too many years, you gave me slack Tell me, what did you think That I was a idiot? Or, how many years you thought i'd take yo shit I'm out, I'm leavin you wit the whips and the cribs In exchange for the kids, and my happiness Ghetto divorce, how real is this? And oh yeah, tell you side bitch she _In Like Flint_ I left enough food to last until the weekends And when its all gone, go eat wit your friends Since thats, who you cherish, more then me The one who carried every last one of your seeds The one who did a bid for you when you copped one and three The one who was on yo side when you copped yo first ki Me and you kid, we was meant to be Who'd think that the streets will make you flip on Queen (Chorus: Repeat 2x, Miss Jones) I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me You'll never find a woman that looked out like me [Verse 2] For, many years concentrated on you Lost focus on myself, seperated from my crew Allowed you to drain down, my soul slowly I'd rather be in the projects Then stress and luxeries So they're for I'm leavin you wit all yo ice That shit wasn't worth bein alone at night That shit wasn't worth worryin if you was alright So ignorant, you never knew your wrongs from your rights Never understood it was always about the respect Not about bein yo main chick wit begettes on my neck Not about bein me bein the baddest bitch in the hottest whip It was about you bein a real man to me and yo kids, yo heard (Chorus: Repeat 2x) I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me You'll never find a woman who looked out like me I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone Never mind the drama hang yo lame apology You'll never find a woman who looked out like me [Verse 3] True I, made the choice to a wife to a thug But you gotta understand, at first it was about the love But now, I don't know who the fuck you are I thought I never say "I miss"when the times was hard When all I had was you, and you had me Instead of pushin big boys, we was pushin our feets I never shitted on you, stricly loyalty I lived how you lived, by the codes of the streets But you broke that son, when you flipped out on me You'll never find another chick that'll hold you down like Queen Never, another chick that'll help you grip yo bricks Never, another chick will love you without yo chips Tha'll ride up in a hooptie, as well as a six You gon miss me when I'm gone P.S. it was real kid Uh huh, Miss Jones break it down how you feel about this [Chorus until fade] |
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