Vita amp Da Brat lyrics

Vita amp Da Brat lyrics

"Big Momma's Theme Lyrics"

Turn Out The Lights (Freewest) Lyrics
(feat. Kayne West) [Intro] [Free] Yes! [Kayne] Yeah Kayne! [Free] Philadelphia Freeway, uh Y'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Freeway] Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood Fr


VitaDa Brat f/ Destiny's Child---Big Momma's Theme



[Jermaine](Destiny's Child)

Yo New York in da house

(Do, do, do, do...)

Brooklyn in da house

Uptown in da house

Chi Town in da house

Atlanta, Georgia are you in da house?

West Coast in da house

Vita

Everybody in da house

Baby, baby come on

Baby come on



[Vita]

Yo, yo, yo who that be?

V-I-T-A

Big Momma lady murders away

We play twenty-four hours a day

Mind on money twenty-four hours a day

It's hard to say or tell

When there's love in the air

So
Confession Lyrics
(FoxMasonShreeve) Every once in a while, every now and then You make a mistake, it's crying time again So easy to do, too hard to forget Every moment you lay in your empty bed And now it's time to want confession It's so hard to learn the lesson I know I'm accused
I continue to be Miss Dawg of the year

And take care of my peeps when the streets is hot

You need a place to stay just pull out the cot

And I swerve in the two-door car without no shotgun

Driver took 'em lukewarm to hot like lava

I not one that's forgotten

There's a lot of haters that be hatin' for nothing

With their hand out waitin' for something

Chick like me I waits for nothin'

Put in work till the cake come in

So breathe easy whenever you need me

Just yell, V-I-T-A know it well



1 - [Destiny's Child]

This is Big Momma's house

We ain't gon take no poppin' off at the mouth

This is Big Momma's house

Tho
Houses of the Holy Lyrics
Let me take you to the movies Can I take you to the show Let me be yours ever truly Can I make your garden grow From the houses of the holy We can watch the white doves go From the door comes Satan's daughter And it only goes to show Ah, you know There's an angel on my shoulder In my hand a sword of gold Let me wander in your garden And the seeds of lov
se that get a chance to dance

They get turned out

This is Big Momma's house

One night spent here

Have you climbing up the wall

This is Big Momma's house

We ain't gonna take no mess at all



[Da Brat]

You know how Da Brat-tat get

The dough stack what?

Ready for combat get your head cracked

What?

Could cook a steak up and dice that paper

Chop it up like onions to add that flavor

I'm fresh even your mami wish I was her seed

I rip a hole in the track as it bleed

I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the heat

Obviously it's evident I can't be beat, what?

I strut in dem thirty-eight jeans or the fitted ones

Either way you still wanna split something

Could it be the curves in the waist? (What?)

Or could it be the Suburban I push when I swerve through the place

(Uh) Got the nerve to not be able to be replaced (Yeah)

Haters can't tap in cause I can't be traced (Uh)

This my house, don't speak until spoken to

Disrespect me and I'm choking you what?



Repeat 1



[Jermaine](Destiny's Child)

No uh come on

(Do, do, do, do...)

Put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands up



Repeat 1 (2x)



[Destiny's Child]

No, no!