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QUEEN PEN lyrics : "Ghetto Divorce"

(feat. Miss Jones)

Yeah, so I guess by the time you get this kite, I'll be ghost, right?

Yup, check it

[Verse 1]

For too many years, I had yo back
And for too many years, you gave me slack
Tell me, what did you think

That I was a idiot?
Or, how many years you thought i'd take yo %#@!
I'm out, I'm leavin you wit the whips and the cribs

In exchange for the kids, and my happiness
Ghetto divorce, how real is this?
And oh yeah, tell you side (*##$ she _In Like Flint_

I left enough food to last until the weekends
And when its all gone, go eat wit your friends
Since thats, who you cherish, more then me

The one who carried every last one of your seeds
The one who did a bid for you when you copped one and three
The one who was on yo side when you copped yo first ki

Me and you kid, we was meant to be
Who'd think that the streets will make you flip on Queen


[Chorus x2: Miss Jones]
I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on
You won't appreciate a real (*##$ till shes gone

Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me
You'll never find a woman that looked out like me


[Verse 2]
For, many years concentrated on you
Lost focus on myself, seperated from my crew

Allowed you to drain down, my soul slowly
I'd rather be in the projects
Then stress and luxeries

So they're for I'm leavin you wit all yo ice
That %#@! wasn't worth bein alone at night
That %#@! wasn't worth worryin if you was alright

So ignorant, you never knew your wrongs from your rights
Never understood it was always about the respect
Not about bein yo main chick wit begettes on my neck

Not about bein me bein the baddest (*##$ in the hottest whip
It was about you bein a real man to me and yo kids, yo heard


[Chorus: x2]
I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on
You won't appreciate a real (*##$ till shes gone

Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me
You'll never find a woman who looked out like me
I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on

You won't appreciate a real (*##$ till shes gone
Never mind the drama hang yo lame apology
You'll never find a woman who looked out like me


[Verse 3]
True I, made the choice to a wife to a thug

But you gotta understand, at first it was about the love
But now, I don't know who the $#[email protected] you are
I thought I never say "I miss"when the times was hard

When all I had was you, and you had me
Instead of pushin big boys, we was pushin our feets
I never %#@!ted on you, stricly loyalty

I lived how you lived, by the codes of the streets
But you broke that son, when you flipped out on me
You'll never find another chick that'll hold you down like Queen

Never, another chick that'll help you grip yo bricks
Never, another chick will love you without yo chips
Tha'll ride up in a hooptie, as well as a six

You gon miss me when I'm gone
P.S. it was real kid


Uh huh, Miss Jones break it down
how you feel about this


[Chorus until fade]

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