Yeah it another one of those ak shits youknowhati'msayin? This right here's a girl Who wanna live in house for free, without a j.o.b. it
I got your packed, you gotta leave, see-ya I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, I got bags packed You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta yo
I'll make your bloody red if you don't get out And if you scream and shout, I'll put the on your mouth No livin for on my couch And yo I ain't operatin, no type of house You get no help here, my name ain't Uh uh dear, take that bullshit ass gotta go if you don't got dough Call me what you want, woman, because you're another hoe I know you'd probably make a good miss But I don't got no time to be with no broke bitch at the mouth, get you kicked out, without no whereabouts The loveboat up and ship out And take everything you came when you was startin This ain't a tour, no more trips to this apartment I your ass to be ghost And now, all of a sudden you get close, huh
I got bags packed, you gotta leave, see-ya I got your packed, you gotta leave, see-ya I got your bags packed, I got your bags You gotta leave you leave you gotta leave check it
Umm, get your clothes, use common I don't sell pantyhose, I got time for non +nonsense+ Kindly up your shit Remember not down with the olympics, so don't try to flip! I'll reach for the glock, aim for your The neighbor hear the shots, the call the cops But I won't do a upstate I just perform that old mike play and cry out rape Before you burst, my keys, stop pleadin for please This ain't church, get off your knees I'm not lookin for no blow job, you get a real job So we can some dough hobbes I won't front, I to love it when we'd hump You're not my stunt, the first of the month You don't have half the rent, I'm knockin cuttin nose Girlfriend I got your bags
Huh, I got your packed You gotta you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-ya I got bags packed You leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed
I got your bags You gotta leave you leave, I got your bags packed, see-ya I got your bags You gotta leave you leave you gotta leave, check it
Umm, up them cryin tears Cause like an automatic car, you got no gear Get to put an end to that cinderella book Throw out jordache jeans, cause it wasn't seem To you the look, that you've been searchin for And plus I you're not with, baggin up shit At no grocery -- it just makes your furious As if you got shot in the butt cause now you're serious Don't know to do, nowhere to go But no haps over here, cause this ain't, the back kotter show Forget all the you spent Cause ain't goin on, but my rent, huh Shit, you better take a good At the cause that's you're bout to hit And it ain't no comin Girlfriend, I got your bags
Huh, I got your bags You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your packed, see-ya I got your packed You gotta leave you leave, I got your bags packed, see-ya
I got your packed You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, I got your bags You gotta you gotta leave I gotta go, check it
Aiyyo I'm not "the one" I said my man serge not "the one" And my man ant he's not "the one" And my man is sho' ain't not "the one" Aiyyo girlfriend we ain't not "the one" My man p, he's not "the one" And you how it goes.. "the one" "the one" ..