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Shopping Bags
De La Soul
Shopping bags they weigh down her arm
Popping tags and collars her charm All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
Manolo and Prada's her style Louis, Burberry by the pile All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
[Posdonus] Yo she know you come to do it, so what'cha want
Candelight might flick at'cha
Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt
Her handle tight like a master She used to taunt on the runway, yeah she's down to tree
The avenue like her catwalk Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street
looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand
Spend it, you live to show All the cash that you can burn
What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough
But get no ass back in return { Stay laughin, straight at you dog
Best believe, you wastin time
Don't deny what's happenin, just clear the fog
And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like
[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh She got from you, she, sh
[Dave]
Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned
Livin it up off the pop hits Like a dame on a Bond flick, she's not the one
To give it up 'til you cop shit Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul
Her every wish you now obey
You should be on that actright, but she got control
She say jump you scream, "OKAY! I'M RELOADED!"
Nigga you shootin blanks
Tryin to front like you got game Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks
But it's your wallet she done claimed
When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end
You start payin for your time
She'll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend
{While she fillin up
[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh She got from you, she, sh {*ad libs and chickenheads to fade*}
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