Sarai - Pack Ya Bags lyrics

Yeah

Okay

Uh

You see a woman got to do what a woman got to do

If your man keep on trippin' then you need to cut him

loose

Ain't nothin' he could do for you that he can't do

What I'm supposed to go, “Ooh”, ‘cause he rollin' on

22s

No, I'm ain't one of those after-show h**s

And if you don't know I gots my own dough

I only need you for companionship

Well, you could keep your chips, ain't no sponsorship

I just need you to keep your lips between my hips

That girl Sarai is a silly chick

But on the really tip, I got benefits

This independent chick and anything I want I gets

Don't even try me with those player scripts, I know

the game

Actin' like you big money, but really small change

Boy, please stay up out of my face

You see it's men like you that make us ladies say

Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)

Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)

Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)

Get out (Just pack ya bags)

Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)

Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)

Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)

Get out (Just pack ya bags)

That's right, you got to beat it, boy

All the blizzy-blizzy blah, I ain't hearin' it, boy

I get ya, get ya what you're askin' for

Now don't be blowin' up my celly ‘cause your own

ignore

Ain't no more walkin' through my door

Now come and get your, get your s*** off my porch

And I know you hear the hurt in my voice

But I had no choice, you made me do it by force

But you know your girl gon' be a'ight

I'mma keep on movin', keep my head up high

Probably chilly-chilly-chill till the time is right

That I feely-feely-feel I need a man in my life

But for now I'mma keep it tight

Till I burst under pressure when my temperature rise

I'm on the women's pride, feel me right

So it's-it's-it's that ladies night

Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)

Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)

Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)

Get out (Just pack ya bags)

Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)

Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)

Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)

Get out (Just pack ya bags)

You got to gizzy-go

‘Cause I don't want you bein' in my life no more

I shoulda told you long time ago

But my mind was sayin' yes and my heart said no

Ya'll know how that love thing go

How your mind in a bind goin' out of control

Be careful ‘fore you take that road

Think it's a, it's a game, but that thang ain't no

joke

Let it be known if you see somethin' wrong

‘Cause understandin' that-that help you out in the

long

You got to, got to, got to come on strong

And make him, make him, make him want to leave you

alone

And put that on every-everything I love

Don't be scare-scare-scared, kick that boy to the curb

gonna classified ads (Pack ya bags)

gonna 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)

gonna kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)

Get out (Just pack ya bags)

Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)

Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)

Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)

Get out (Just pack ya bags)

gonna the classified ads (Pack ya bags)

gonna the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags

gonna kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)

Get out (Just pack ya bags)

gonna classified ads (Pack ya bags)

gonna the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)

gonna the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)

Get out (Just pack ya bags)