Pack Ya Bags - Sarai

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

Aint nothin he could do for you that he cant do What Im supposed to go, Ooh, cause he rollin on No, Im aint one of those after-show h**s

And if you dont know I gots my own dough

I only need you for companionship

Well, you could keep your chips, aint 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

Dont 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 its 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)

Thats right, you got to beat it, boy

All the blizzy-blizzy blah, I aint hearin it, boy

I get ya, get ya what youre askin for

Now dont be blowin up my celly cause your own

ignore

Aint 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 aight

Imma 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 Imma keep it tight

Till I burst under pressure when my temperature rise

Im on the womens pride, feel me right

So its-its-its 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 dont 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 Yall know how that love thing go How your mind in a bind goin out of control

Be careful fore you take that road

Think its a, its a game, but that thang aint 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

Dont be scare-scare-scared, kick that boy to the curb

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)

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)