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作词 : Akinyele Adams

作曲 : Akinyele Adams

Yeah check it

This another one of those

Ak Bitches youknowhat

I'msayin?

This right here's about a girl who wanna live in your house for free, without a

J.O.B. Check it

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave,

SEE-YA I got your bags packed, you gotta leave,

SEE-YA I got your bags packed,

I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave

YO I'll make your head bloody red if you don't get out

And if you scream and shout,

I'll put the bandages on your mouth

No livin for free on my couch

And yo I ain't operatin, no type of

Covenant House

You get no help

HERE, my name ain't wel-

Uh uh dear, take that bullshit else-

WHERE Your ass gotta go if you don't got dough

Call me what you want, woman, because you're just another hoe

I know you'd probably make a good mother miss

But I don't got no time to be bothered with no broke niggas

Riffin at the mouth, get you kicked out, without no whereabouts

The Loveboat shape up and **** thep out and take everything you came with when you was startin

This ain't a world tour, no more trips to this apar*******ent

I want your ass to be ghost

And now, all of a sudden you wanna get close, huh

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave,

SEE-YA I got your bags packed, you gotta leave,

SEE-YA I got your bags packed,

I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave check it

Umm, get your clothes, use common sense

I don't sell pantyhose,

I don't got time for non +

Nonsense+

Kindly pack up your shit

Remember you're not down with the olympics, so don't try to flip!

I'll reach for the glock, aim for your snotbox

The neighbor hear the shots, the neighbor call the cops

But I won't do a date upstate

I just perform that old

Mike Tyson play and cry out

RAPE Before you burst, gimme my keys, stop pleadin for please

This ain't church, get off your ****ing knees

I'm not lookin for no blow job, you better get a real job so we can have some dough

Hobbes I won't

FRONT, I used to love it when we'd

**** You're not my

STUNT, tomorrow's the first of the

MONTH You don't have half the rent,

I'm knockin cuttin nose flat

Girlfriend

I got your bags packed

Huh, I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave,

I got your bags packed,

SEE-YA I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave,

I got your bags packed

I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave,

I got your bags packed,

SEE-YA I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave, check it

Umm, wipe up them cryin tears

Cause like an automatic car, you don't got no gear

Get ready to put an end to that

Cinderella book

Throw out them

Jordache jeans, cause it wasn't seem to givin you the

LOOK, that you've been searchin for

And plus I heard you're not with, baggin up shit at no grocery store -- it just makes your furious

As if you got shot in the butt cause now you're dead-ass serious

Don't know what to do, nowhere to go

But no haps over here, cause this ain't, the

Welcome Back

Kotter show

Forget all the nights you spent cause ain't nothin goin on, but my rent, huh

Shit, you better take a good look at the road cause that's you're bout to hit

And it ain't no comin back

Girlfriend,

I got your bags packed

Huh, I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave,

I got your bags packed,

SEE-YA I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave,

I got your bags packed,

SEE-YA I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave,

I got your bags packed,

SEE-YA I got your bags packed

You gotta leave you gotta leave

I gotta go, check it

Aiyyo baby

I'm not "The one"

I said my man

Serge he's not "The one"

And my man named

Ant he's not "The one"

And my man

Earl is sho' ain't not "The one"

Aiyyo aiyyo girlfriend we ain't not "The one"

My man Extra

P, he's not "The one"

And you know how it goes.. "The one" "The one" .. *fades*