| She’s caught up in liposucts and tummy tucks
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| And tried all that tae-bo stuff for chunky guts
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| Monkey stuff, focusing on the wrong, worry I might be long
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| Cause girlie, she was a walking song
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| Behind that Revlon, beautiful skin
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| A niggas breath gone, touching it when chillin
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| Amongst spirits in her bedroom
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| She think I think she crazy like she maybe she flying on red brooms
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| No miss lady, you got a baby now it’s all gravy
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| Things about your past, though they left you in slavery
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| Can she escape? |
| and be emancipated
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| Harnessed to random hatred that’s made her this crowds favorite
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| Is she too long gone to a world that’s foul flagrant?
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| It can’t be cause that’s one hell of a smile, ain’t it?
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| Nice pearls under trimmed eyebrows, couldn’t share with the class we was a side
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| crowd
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| I wish she knew she was beautiful now
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| Her vanity mirrors her fears as tears waterfall down
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| And as the Niagara grabs her, shortly after you can capture her madness laughter
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| Pretty as the sky birds have mastered
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| Pretty as her for sure, as her makeup mask up
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| Beauty already now that is there on a pasture (like black beauty, the horse?
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| ) ya’ll hush
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| I think I’m a bout to ask her, what’s the rush?
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| What’s the rush?
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| What’s the rush?
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| What’s the rush?
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| What’s the rush miss lady?
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| Come on miss lady
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| Miss lady
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| Miss lady
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| Miss lady
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| Miss lady
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| She’s a drama queen, just turned legal thinking she’s not a teen
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| Exploring the party scene, not quite allowed to drink
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| But she does, and you see her when it’s 'ladies night, ' the crazy type
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| Looking for a man to have a baby by
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| What’s the rush? |
| You can’t even drink but you drunk
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| So if you get pregnant, where’s the trust?
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| If he got you drunk illegally
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| Miss lady, think if that’s the way that you want your seeds to be
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| Sad and mistreated, she… won’t listen
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| Ignoring both questions
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| Accepting drinks from men expecting affection
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| Miss lady wants a baby but ain’t ready for the pain involved
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| You can tell by the TP in her training bra
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| Life ain’t easy but she made it hard
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| Sleazy and her face is all powdered up like the people at her favorite bar
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| Bearin' innocence, if she leaves now she’ll take it all
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| With her if she stays it’ll wither til the shape is off balance
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| Like her relationship with her parents
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| They should have loved her and helped her reach her talents
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| But they didn’t, they made her feel like she was forbidden to do anything
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| So she thought about everything and did it
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| Or tried to, not realizing that she was lied to
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| Miss lady you’re a stranger to the person inside you
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| And so am I, but that’s not an invitation to pucker up
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| Has anybody ever asked you, what’s the rush?
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| What’s the rush?
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| What’s the rush?
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| What’s the rush?
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| What’s the rush miss lady?
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| Come on miss lady
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| Miss lady
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| Miss lady |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Miss Lady , by - CunninLynguists. Song from the album Sloppy Seconds Volume Two, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп