[Chorus: Da Brat & Anthony Hamilton]
(You thought I was the one)
But I got my own whips, own chips, own cribs
And I don't need this shit here
(You thought I was the one)
To be dependin' on you, I'm an independent woman
I'm sorry, homie, that you
(You thought I was the one)
To just settle for promises that you never kept
Thought I would fail but you wrong 'cause
(You thought I was the one)
But you been proven false, the truth is you lost
I pay the cost to do whatever I want, yeah
[Verse 1: Da Brat]
He, thought I was Virgin Mary, sweet as a nun
Wanted to marry me with hopes i'd carry his son
Or his daughter, the thought I oughta stay out of the parties
Stay in the house, be lonesome, and talk to nobody
Be cooped up for the longest, with nothin' but time
Misery love company but it ain't no friend of mine
I cooked and cleaned like a Hebrew slave, 'til I got blisters
A modern day Miss Celie Blue, and he was my Mister
But I woke up one day, started to get real slick
Called a couple of my friends with
A few scenarios, felt like a dance with the devil
Didn't wanna be unhappily married no more
Had to go real quick, 'cause it's my time
And I done made up my mind
Shawntae gotta leave you behind
And get my dough 'cause half of that's mine
And get my dro to help up in the dough, the sunshine
You thought I wouldn't make it but I'm livin' proof
Do unto others as you'd have muthafuckas do unto you, you
(You thought I was the one)
But I got my own whips, own chips, own cribs
And I don't need this shit here
(You thought I was the one)
To be dependin' on you, I'm an independent woman
I'm sorry, homie, that you
(You thought I was the one)
To just settle for promises that you never kept
Thought I would fail but you wrong 'cause
(You thought I was the one)
But you been proven false, the truth is you lost
I pay the cost to do whatever I want, yeah
[Verse 1: Da Brat]
He, thought I was Virgin Mary, sweet as a nun
Wanted to marry me with hopes i'd carry his son
Or his daughter, the thought I oughta stay out of the parties
Stay in the house, be lonesome, and talk to nobody
Be cooped up for the longest, with nothin' but time
Misery love company but it ain't no friend of mine
I cooked and cleaned like a Hebrew slave, 'til I got blisters
A modern day Miss Celie Blue, and he was my Mister
But I woke up one day, started to get real slick
Called a couple of my friends with
A few scenarios, felt like a dance with the devil
Didn't wanna be unhappily married no more
Had to go real quick, 'cause it's my time
And I done made up my mind
Shawntae gotta leave you behind
And get my dough 'cause half of that's mine
And get my dro to help up in the dough, the sunshine
You thought I wouldn't make it but I'm livin' proof
Do unto others as you'd have muthafuckas do unto you, you
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