. . Verse 3 - Ms. Jade. What you talkin'?. I, bring heat when it's hawkin. Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand. I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand. I'm, 'bout to kill
(Do). Oops, baby, I love you. Verse 2 Charlie, Jade, Charlie & Jade. We had a good run. We messed around and had some good fun. Guess it turns out I lost a good one (Ooh). 'Cause now I'm wishing every
for a couple pics. But don't put me in the mix. Real spit it's Ms Banks and Little Mix. Got my hips from my mother. And my attitude from my daddy. If you can't **** it baby. I can show you the door