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Watch Whachu Say

You're momma taught you what she should
You're daddy did what he could but you don't
Learn to good
Watch what you say around my baby sister, oh

I tried to take it slow
I tried to let it go
But you've got no manners, no

You've got no manners, no

You think that it's a joke
You're nothing but broke
You've driven me to drink and smoke

You've got no, no manners, no


Cigarettes

I saw this girl walkin, stylin, girl, smokin, talkin
This song ain't about that. It's just about my
new pack of cigarettes.

Nothing don't rhyme with a new pack of cigarettes
Nothing don't shine like a new pack of cigarettes
Yeah

I been workin all day in them cotton fields
Dancing all night in my uptown heels
I got a brand new pack of cigarettes
I love how that feels

Nothing passes time like a new pack of cigarettes
Nothing's all mine like a new pack of cigarettes
Yeah

Went out to my boy's house he's shakin me down
cause he knows I got that fresh pack around
Fresh pack around