Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anita Baker, artist - Brianna Perry. Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Anita Baker |
| Ridin' down Crenshaw and Rosecrans |
| Caviar lookin' like toejam |
| Traded the McLaren for a wedding band |
| Ride still drippin', that’s an avalanche |
| Writin' love songs, on my shit again |
| Billie Holliday with the piano man |
| Talkin' to the Balmain veteran |
| At the White House, buckin' like let us in, let us in |
| Sprinkle a little truth, heard the lies in |
| Clive Davis party, let mom in |
| Same hotel Whitney died in |
| Feel like the room let God in |
| Still talkin' out my heart, love sayin' though |
| Boy, paint a picture, yeah, Van Gough |
| Treat the Saint Regis like a bando |
| Rose petals on the floor, purple candles |
| On the PJ in my PJ’s, out the PJ’s |
| These days I’m in Privé with the PA |
| Need bae, snuck the forty-forty in the club |
| Still talkin' dirty money, left a ring around the tub, let it marinate |
| Yeah, let it marinate |
| Strange fruit hangin' from a rope, take note |
| Out here movin' units like dope, take note |
| I been on my diva shit, Anita Baker |
| I been gettin' so much bread, I need a baker |
| I need a baker |
| Yeah, I need a baker, yeah |
| Stars on the roof, pledge allegiance |
| Bellhopper tryna buy a freed |
| Ever go broke, God let it be |
| Made money but you can’t buy a legacy |
| Young bitch, but I’m so old school |
| Move the work like I do Pro Tools |
| Bow your head when you listen, this soul food |
| I had the H2O since '02 |
| Bitch, I been flew, I’m a movie, hit info |
| Came a long way from the Pinto |
| Now I do the pent' floor, and the view is amazin' |
| Old hoes better go and turn into raisans |
| Pray for 'em |
| In the glam and I slay for 'em |
| I’m the Lauryn Hill in a new form |
| Greatest story never told, pray I make it though |
| They be prayin' shit fold, but you should talk to God 'bout somethin' better |
| Lactose but I’m still gettin' to the cheddar |
| Ten degrees in the winter but he still sweat her |
| Caught up in the rapture |
| Glad my daddy stuck around or I would’ve been a bastard |
| And my mama get a Porsche |
| It would’ve been some hard times if she got that abortion |
| Off the porch, now I think about a Porsche |
| Call me Ms. Perry and Ms. Parker |
| Had the brains, but not money for Harvard |
| I don’t know a doctor |
| I don’t know nobody who went to an opera |
| I just learned how to cut, stay proper |
| Strange fruit hangin' from a rope, take note |
| Out here movin' units like dope, take note |
| I been on my diva shit, Anita Baker |
| I been gettin' so much bread, I need a baker |
| I need a baker |
| Yeah, I need a baker, yeah |
| Stars on the roof, pledge allegiance |
| Bellhopper tryna buy a freed |
| Ever go broke, God let it be |
| Made money but you can’t buy a legacy |