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Sangtekst: Queen Pen. Ghetto Divorce.

Yeah, so I guess by the time you get this kite, I'll be ghost, right?

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[Verse 1]

For too many years, I had yo back

And for too many years, you gave me slack

Tell me, what did you think

That I was a idiot?

Or, how many years you thought i'd take yo shit

I'm out, I'm leavin you wit the whips and the cribs

In exchange for the kids, and my happiness

Ghetto divorce, how real is this?

And oh yeah, tell you side bitch she _In Like Flint_

I left enough food to last until the weekends

And when its all gone, go eat wit your friends

Since thats, who you cherish, more then me

The one who carried every last one of your seeds

The one who did a bid for you when you copped one and three

The one who was on yo side when you copped yo first ki

Me and you kid, we was meant to be

Who'd think that the streets will make you flip on Queen



[Chorus x2: Miss Jones]

I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on

You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone

Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me

You'll never find a woman that looked out like me



[Verse 2]

For, many years concentrated on you

Lost focus on myself, seperated from my crew

Allowed you to drain down, my soul slowly

I'd rather be in the projects

Then stress and luxeries

So they're for I'm leavin you wit all yo ice

That shit wasn't worth bein alone at night

That shit wasn't worth worryin if you was alright

So ignorant, you never knew your wrongs from your rights

Never understood it was always about the respect

Not about bein yo main chick wit begettes on my neck

Not about bein me bein the baddest bitch in the hottest whip

It was about you bein a real man to me and yo kids, yo heard



[Chorus: x2]

I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on

You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone

Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me

You'll never find a woman who looked out like me

I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on

You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone

Never mind the drama hang yo lame apology

You'll never find a woman who looked out like me



[Verse 3]

True I, made the choice to a wife to a thug

But you gotta understand, at first it was about the love

But now, I don't know who the fuck you are

I thought I never say "I miss"when the times was hard

When all I had was you, and you had me

Instead of pushin big boys, we was pushin our feets

I never shitted on you, stricly loyalty

I lived how you lived, by the codes of the streets

But you broke that son, when you flipped out on me

You'll never find another chick that'll hold you down like Queen

Never, another chick that'll help you grip yo bricks

Never, another chick will love you without yo chips

Tha'll ride up in a hooptie, as well as a six

You gon miss me when I'm gone

P.S. it was real kid



Uh huh, Miss Jones break it down

how you feel about this



[Chorus until fade]