LeToya Luckett - She Ain't Got... lyrics

So swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
(You think you slick)
Swing batta batta batta (Ha ha ha)
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
So swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her (We'll see)
Swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her

Now ain't nobody perfect but I've
(Given everything)
Even past the fact that you lied
(And what you did to me)
And lonely nights at home when I cried
Baby I cried, baby I tried, yeah

(And you don't) Even care about what we had
(And I won't) Deal with it
Be your punching bag
(So don't) Compare me to what
I think is trash so I'm a take out the trash
Soon as I find out who she is

Who is this chick that you think's all that?
Tryna steal you away, but I ain't havin' that
'Bout to put my foot down on homegirl's neck
To make her see that
She ain't got shit on me (That whore)
She ain't got shit on me (That whore)
She ain't got shit on me (That whore)
She ain't got shit on me (That whore)
She ain't got, she ain't got (Whore)

Oh, so you wanna leave? 'Cause you ain't gone
You're a puppy on a leash
Time to come back home
I done let 'chu out to play
But 'chu ain't playin' fair
You done meet this little stray
Bringin' fleas 'round here

So swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
Swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
Right at her, batta, batta
Right at her, batta, batta
All I need to know is who she is

Who is this chick that you think's all that?
(yeah)
Tryna steal you away, but I ain't havin' that
(Oh)
'Bout to put my foot down on homegirl's neck
(Now tell me who she thinks she is?)
To make her see that
She ain't got shit on me (Oh, That whore)
She ain't got shit on me (Oh, That whore)
She ain't got shit on me (Oh, no, That whore)
She ain't got shit on me (No, whoa, hey hey)
She ain't got, she ain't got (Shit on me)

Does she kiss like me?
(Does she kiss like me?, No)
Care for ya kids like me? (No, Uh, huh)
Keep a secret like me? (Shh, No)
Does she cook? (Uh) Clean?
Do all the things?
Can you take her home to momma? (No)
Deal wit 'cha baby momma? (No)
Does she fight like me? Stay fly like me?
Down to ride like me? (Uh)
No, 'cause she ain't me, yeah!

Who is this chick that you think's all that?
(Oh)
Tryna steal you away, but I ain't havin' that
(Oh)
'Bout to put my foot down on homegirl's neck
To make her see that
She ain't got shit on me (That whore)
She ain't got shit on me (Hey, That whore)
She ain't got shit on me
(Hey, oh, That whore)
She ain't got shit on me
(That whore, She ain't got, yeah)
She ain't got, she ain't got

So swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
Swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
So swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
Swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her