Such a Brat

[Intro]
You can be such a brat, hey
You can be such a brat, hey

[Verse 1]
You can be such a brat
But you're tripping 'cause the steak is medium rare
Tripping 'cause I'm tipping the waiter that wasn't there
Busy bitching at them sisters took some pictures with your man
Later you're in stitches 'cause you got Reason without her bless
It's always your way or the doorway (I'm thinking for [?])
But you be acting up always, acting like it's your shit
When you be up in that emotion
At the club telling bouncers they don't know shit
Saying you got your own shit (So no disrespect 'cause)
You don't mind paying guest lists for the mistresses
The worst is just pretentious
They got you screaming "I hate hills"
Like Kerry Hilson was
But I can never have you any other way
Bless the day that we met, I'd never ask for any other day
Even though I'm sure you [?] every other day
You get mad and love to keep silent the entire day
I got a two-verse song for you
I got a two-verse song for you, but you don't want that
You just wanna hear the hook come through
Say godamn! Baby girl, what's wrong with you?

[Chorus]
But considering that I would never leave (I like ya)
And the fact that you can give up all the grieve (I like ya)
[?] niggas, them tiny lil' things (I like ya)
Just the way you are, but you can be such a brat, hey

But considering that I would never leave (I like ya)
And the fact that you can give up all the grieve (I like ya)
[?] niggas, them tiny lil' things (I like ya)
Just the way you are, but...

[Verse 2]
You can be such a brat
When you trip over the ice in your [?]
The spice in your food or the rice being cold
Like, This motherfucker, tell his ass to get over
Tell him he better have a microwave on his shouder
Hold up, this is too much weight for my shoulders
I'm so crushed, I feel smaller than a turn over
Oh, but then again you're from the north side of Joburg
Should've known better than to bringing you to the golden club
I can't watch you [?], 'cause I can't watch my honey go buck
I just wanna go crush, at least then I know you won't front
'Cause I know what you want and plus don't be a fuss, because
I got a two-verse song for you
I got a two-verse song for you, but you don't want that
You just wanna hear the hook come through
Say godamn! Baby girl, what's wrong with you?

[Chorus]
But considering that I would never leave (I like ya)
And the fact that you can give up all the grieve (I like ya)
[?] niggas, them tiny lil' things (I like ya)
Just the way you are, but you can be such a brat, hey

But considering that I would never leave (I like ya)
And the fact that you can give up all the grieve (I like ya)
[?] niggas, them tiny lil' things (I like ya)
Just the way you are, but...

[Verse 3]
Ok, maybe I lied to you
I got a three-verse song for you
Just in case you didn't like the first two, I brought the last one through
'Cause your fussy ass taught me to
[?]
Every single damn thing I do
Crazy Valentine pressy, used to try to be cute
I'm at the lingerie store thinking red or maroon
And at the godamn mall thinking dresses or shoes
Even though sometimes it's cheesy
You get nothing but love from good old Reazy
I know you nag a lot, but please don't leave me
The party about to drop so baby, drop with the beat, please
I wrote a three-verse song for you
I wrote a three-verse song for yo, I hope you got that
So don't leave untill the song is through
Say godamn! Baby girl, what's wrong with you?

[Chorus]
But considering that I would never leave (I like ya)
And the fact that you can give up all the grieve (I like ya)
[?] niggas, them tiny lil' things (I like ya)
Just the way you are, but you can be such a brat, hey

But considering that I would never leave (I like ya)
And the fact that you can give up all the grieve (I like ya)
[?] niggas, them tiny lil' things (I like ya)
Just the way you are, but you can be such a brat, hey