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In the Bleak Midwinter (Arr. for Piano by Martin Stadtfeld)

de Mariah Carey

(Haha) yeah, oh, this is my mothafuckin' friend (oh, oh)
All the time (oh, oh)
I can't let go all of a sudden (oh, oh)
Too cold, mothafucka'

My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me
But I know you very well
So let me tell you 'bout Da Brat-ta-ta-ta-tat
I'm light skinned, redbone, peanut-butter complexion
Very affectionate, very direct when I'm expressing myself
I'm 5'5, my astrology sign is Aries (aries)
Thick in my thighs, 36Bs
Pretty brown eyes, no hair weaves (hair weaves)
Put it down with these luscious su-su-su-suckable lips
Makin' you wanna reach-out and touch 'em
Come on and gimme a kiss (muah)

Could it be these hips, just pokin' out of my jeans?
I showed 'em once or twice and some niggas have become fiends
How much ya' bowler rockin', head cockin', blunt smoking
No stopping, weed coppin'
With constant heat, droppin' bombs on nonbelievers
Charming all the people, they Fallin', like Alicia (keep on falling)
I'm preaching what I'm speaking
This, you ain't used to seein'
So, please, believe it
You needin' the B-to-the-R-mothafuckin'-A-T

I guess you wonder where I've been?
I searched to find the love within
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you, and I can't let go (this so cold, right here, yo,)

(Oh, oh) I stepped in the club, y'all (come on)
Hey, now
Niggas showing me love, y'all
Hey, now
I rep' for my thugs, y'all
Hey, now, especially my niggas that got the ooh

I will be sitting in my car, waitin' on you
To drop off my package
A big Ziploc baggie, to support my habit (cough)
We go together like Roger and Jessica Rabbit
I'm spoiled rotten, I'm rockin' pink silk panties at the moment
(Rockin' pink silk panties at the moment, baby)
But I'm sport cotton, but Jeanie's dreamin' of $
Jeanie will blink me to Scotty
So he can beam me up (beam me up, Scotty)
Adrenaline into my blood steam
Proceed, extremely, with caution
I'm probably gleaming because my bling bling is worth a fortune (cha-ching, cha-ching)
It seems things will never change
So I puff often, 'cause these days, niggas is cray zay
And you can't pay me to roll wit'out my AK

I guess you wonder where I've been?
I searched to find the love within
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you, and I can't let go (yeah, ooh, check it out)

I can't let go of this game (game), I can't let go of this fame (fame)
But, for sure, before I go, you niggas gon' know my name
'Cause I'm so dookie (yeah), one in a million
Cop a brazzillion for da coochie that rides smoothly (smoothly)
Pass the doogie, the dutchie
Rudely interrupted your regularly-scheduled program
I throw down and bust it
There ain't no hoe around touchin' me
I'm sharper than cutlerly
I slice nigga's to itty-bitty pieces
Dice 'em to nothin'

I'm steppin' in the club, y'all
Hey, now
Nigga's showing me love, y'all
Hey, now
I rep' for my thugs, y'all
Hey, now, especially my nigga's that got the ooh

I guess you wonder where I've been? (Guess you wonder)
(Ha, yeah, I bet y'all niggas wondered where I been, right?)
I searched to find the love within
(I've been finding myself, although I find myself a long time ago)
(I want y'all to know I'm here, again, in yo mothafuckin' face)
(And I can't let go o' dis shit) I came back to let you know
(I can't let go of this industry, I can't get out) Got a thing for you, and I can't let go
(I can't le-le-le-let, I'm high, I'm stuttering like that 'cause I'm fucked up)

You know, you know, oh, oh
You know, oh, oh, oh, oh
You know, oh, oh
You know, you know, oh, oh
You know, oh, oh, oh, oh
You know, oh, oh, that I can't let go, I smoke, nigga

Haha, So So Def
This some LT Hutton shit, right here
Da Brat-tat-tat, here we go again, for da 2K3
Like that, fa' sho'
And I'ma give ya some mo'
Who I be? B-to-tha-R-A-T, haha, yeah, come on
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

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