Dear Yvette lyrics

f/ Jane Doe



[MA] Ay yo shorty I`m sayin, I knew

you since you was like yay high, y`knamean

You out here whylin` out, you really need

to cool out with all that!

[JD] Please, you don`t know me!



[Masta Ace]

Ay yo Yvette, there`s a lotta rumours goin` around

About you hoein` around, you need to slow down

Eversince ya ass grew, you been movin` kinda fast boo

Don`t even speak now when I pass you

Hundred Dollar bill tattoo, on yo thigh

The gleam in ya eye for the cream and the pie

Skirt ridin` high so they can see ya thong better

I`ma sit down and write you a long letter

We was little, we was friends, we rode our big wheels

Now I see you gettin` a Benz with big wheels

All these guys in the city, see is the size of your titties

And that you got hazel eyes and you`re pretty

They see a girl like you and they wanna get in her

I was thinkin` we can go to a movie, maybe dinner

You turned around and told me I need to retire

If I can`t "show you the money" like Jerry McGuire

I don`t know



[Chorus Jessica Harrell]

You don`t really know me

Just what ya think ya see

Just what ya think ya see

You don`t have to worry `bout me

This chick got hopes and dreams

But I`m about this paper cuz

There ain`t no love for free



[Jane Doe]

I never been they type of bitch, maybe when I was younger

I craved love and thought they could satisfy my hunger

Thirsty, had a few niggaz do me dirty

Slid a blade across my wrist, almost went 7:30

I spazed, now it`s all about the cash

Swingin` naked on a pole, doin` tricks with my ass

You wanna be with me and let happilly ever after

Same ol` song, get more "hits" than Napster

You don`t care about me, you don`t really know me

My broked hearts and dreams is killin` me slowly

Get ahead bitch, walk with a switch

Lip gloss lips and 34 inch hips

Airbrushed chips and chromed out whips

I like to take trips when wife stash the whips

Fuck love `em, solo

Raisin` my seeds for dolo

And mindstate fresh, with nothin` less than Polo



[Chorus]



[Jane Doe]

Please don`t be sympathetic

Shit I don`t regret it

While these hoes half-stepped it

Nigga I`m gonna rep it, til` I die

And make these G`s multiply

I`ma make G`s cry like when Jesus died

And on the third day my G rose again

A foul type chick, quick to fuck ya best friend

And smile in ya face, niggaz stay in ya place

Catch my head at his waist, lie with a straight face



[Masta Ace]

I know my man had you in the Bricks, with a couple of chicks

Drivin` around havin` endless kicks in the Benz 6

He said the sex was (good), the head was (good)

Yo I think he would tell the whole hood if he could

You say it`s all about the money, well I can tell

Cuz that nigga makes Sam Cassell look like Denzel

My bad I`ma sound like a real hater

I`ma leave it on that note and holla at ya later

One



[2x Chorus]



[Masta Ace & Jane Doe talking over Chorus]

[JD] You think you are the judgement

Y`all niggaz don`t know me

I do what I gotta do, I take care of mine

Who you think you are, you ain`t no better than me

[MA] Why you say all that?

[JD] I`m only doin` what I gotta do

[MA] I do what I gotta do too

[JD] You don`t know me, you don`t love me

[MA] I`m tryin` to help you, I mean you out here whylin` out

Whatever though
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