Dat’s Right

Yeah
New Blaque
So sick (sick!)
Okay!
New Blaque
Oww!

I like it when you dance with me
Come on put your hands on my waist (okay!)
Come on take a chance with me
Come on baby, look me in my face (ooh!)
I ain't got no time for games
I better not catch you lookin' (uh-huh)
Boy you best remember my name
And not all them girls that you diggin

That's right (okay!)
Baby don't you try
'Cause I'll be forced to cut the tires off your ride (cut the tires off your ride)
That's real (uh-huh)
I speak raw deal (whoo!)
Don't you test a chick like me, I'm too ill (I'm too ill, come on)

I like it when you're in control
But don't get carried away (whoo!)
'Cause I ain't one of your
You know lil' mama don't play (okay!)
So if you think you gon' leave
Now you can't leave my heart broken (ooh!)
You gon' see another side of me
Play boy, believe I ain't jokin'

That's right
Baby don't you try (whoo!)
'Cause I'll be forced to cut the tires off your ride (cut the tires off yo ride, yeah)
That's real (come on!)
I speak raw deal (raw deal)
Don't you test a chick like me, I'm too ill (I'm too ill!)

(To the bridge!)

See I'm not for no games
'Cause when I love I give 100 percent (whoo!)
Of real love to you boy!
And I say what I mean (uh-huh)
But don't try to do me wrong
If you know what's good for you (whoo!)
'Cause I'm not that type of girl
That you gon' stick in mo' (oww!)

That's right (okay!)
Baby, don't you try
'Cause I'll be forced to cut the tires off your ride (ooh, ooh!)
That's real (uh-huh)
I speak raw deal (whoo!)
Don't you test a chick like me, I'm too ill (I'm too ill, come on)



Credits
Writer(s): Melissa A. Elliott, Nisan C. Stewart, Craig Xavier Brockman
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