Chorus:
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Aint no tellin where i might be
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i got places to go, and people to see
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aint no tellin where i end up
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i got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
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aint no tellin where i might go
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coast to coast or just next door
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but..i gots to go.
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verse:
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roll up on the tour bus, smokin a blunt
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then heard a duh duh duh duh
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what chya baby mama want?
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nothin but good fuckin, dick suckin, train runnin
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she lickin on my nuts, cocked to her ear
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she hear me cummin
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watchin me go, she swallowed cum, you kissed the hoe
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tongue and lip ooh! man you really lickin my ball
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"heard you fucked my baby mama last night?"
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"nigga, no." but she did bring me no seeds, sticks oh
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im lyin when come over cot lyin in her draws
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nigga all off in her draws, and thats your baby mother
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if it makes u feel better shes a good dick succkkker.
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chorus
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verse 2:
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my job takes me outta town, all expense paid
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wakin up with a hangover two thousand miles away
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its seems easy..weed, women, and wine
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four hours of sleep is all u get
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now its time to tally hoe to the show
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"ayy yo yo let it go"
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bust through the door, rockin dro and grab a hoe
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and get back in the van with some titties in hand
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let her meet ur new friend who's willing to spend
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the whole night, another flight, another gig, another city
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touchin on somebodys baby mama's titties
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niggas in the lobby, wonderin where their women are
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third floor having a lesbian bitch seminar
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cant get attached, i have a plane to catch
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i wish i coulda hit that, but ill be back
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"yo aint no tellin where im gonna be at, but you know..i gotta go"
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chorus
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verse 3:
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yeaa its the game of the chili circuit
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i might tendin in it
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im paperchasin and rappin but it aint no symonym
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my money aint a game so i aint worried bout winnin it
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im worried about makin it, stackin it and spendin it
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aint no pretending it dont make no world move
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same way u cant pretend my shit dont make ur girl groove
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see god work in mysterious ways, but i dont
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and the devil will make a deal wit yo ass, but i wont
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now you can have the cleanest paint job on ur truck
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6 TVs, wood with leather seats stitched and tucked
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the biggest chrome rims playa i dont give a fuck
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if i holla at ur bitch, guarenteed she gettin fucked
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you can yell and you can scream, and you can fuss and u can fight
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like its the worst night of your life
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to me its just another night
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i aint carin bout ur drama, or breakin up ur home
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you just a joke for the crew and material for a song mayne
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chorus
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Gots To Go
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David Banner |