
Mr. Big Stuff Queen Latifah (Ft. Marie "Free" Wright & Shades (R&B))
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[Intro]
Shades
Free
Latifah
Shades
[Chorus: Shades]
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
[Verse 1, Free]
You’re begging me to go easy when I hitcha
But I never do, like a crane I come and splitcha
Break your bank in 2, y'all get the picture
Marvel at the power I gain, still counting the days
Articles written about the ways
That I scammed him, got him, beat him, hooked him
And less is still made about how this little girl shook him
I took him for everything they had, the kitchen sink
I got him making appointments to the town shrink
Don't question my status, executive it’s evident
I'm the one holding the bag counting dead presidents
All the evidence is leading back to nowhere, I swear
Detecting me's a waste
Free be gone without a trace, no case
That's how I leave 'em, stressing, guessing
Renigging ain't no use, fessing all the truth
So the next time that you're dogging my fame
Just remember I'm the one who signs the checks in your name
Shades
Free
Latifah
Shades
[Chorus: Shades]
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
[Verse 1, Free]
You’re begging me to go easy when I hitcha
But I never do, like a crane I come and splitcha
Break your bank in 2, y'all get the picture
Marvel at the power I gain, still counting the days
Articles written about the ways
That I scammed him, got him, beat him, hooked him
And less is still made about how this little girl shook him
I took him for everything they had, the kitchen sink
I got him making appointments to the town shrink
Don't question my status, executive it’s evident
I'm the one holding the bag counting dead presidents
All the evidence is leading back to nowhere, I swear
Detecting me's a waste
Free be gone without a trace, no case
That's how I leave 'em, stressing, guessing
Renigging ain't no use, fessing all the truth
So the next time that you're dogging my fame
Just remember I'm the one who signs the checks in your name
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