Akinyele - Bags Packed Lyrics
Yeah check itThis another one of those ak shits youknowhatimsayin?This right heres about a girlWho wanna live in your house for free, without a j.o.b.Check itI got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-yaI got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-yaI got your bags packed, I got your bags packedYou gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave yoIll make your head bloody red if you dont get outAnd if you scream and shout, Ill put the bandages on your mouthNo livin for free on my couchAnd yo I aint operatin, no type of covenant houseYou get no help here, my name aint wel-fareUh uh dear, take that bullshit else-whereYour ass gotta go if you dont got doughCall me what you want, woman, because youre just another hoeI know youd probably make a good mother missBut I dont got no time to be bothered with no broke *****Riffin at the mouth, get you kicked out, without no whereaboutsThe loveboat shape up and ship outAnd take everything you came with when you was startinThis aint a world tour, no more trips to this apartmentI want your ass to be ghostAnd now, all of a sudden you wanna get close, huhI got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-yaI got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-yaI got your bags packed, I got your bags packedYou gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave check itUmm, get your clothes, use common senseI dont sell pantyhose, I dont got time for non +nonsense+Kindly pack up your shitRemember youre not down with the olympics, so dont try to flip!Ill reach for the glock, aim for your snotboxThe neighbor hear the shots, the neighbor call the copsBut I wont do a date upstateI just perform that old mike tyson play and cry out rapeBefore you burst, gimme my keys, stop pleadin for pleaseThis aint church, get off your *****in kneesIm not lookin for no blow job, you better get a real jobSo we can have some dough hobbesI wont front, I used to love it when wed humpYoure not my stunt, tomorrows the first of the monthYou dont have half the rent, Im knockin cuttin nose flatGirlfriend I got your bags packedHuh, I got your bags packedYou gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-yaI got your bags packedYou gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packedI got your bags packedYou gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-yaI got your bags packedYou gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave, check itUmm, wipe up them cryin tearsCause like an automatic car, you dont got no gearGet ready to put an end to that cinderella bookThrow out them jordache jeans, cause it wasnt seemTo givin you the look, that youve been searchin forAnd plus I heard youre not with, baggin up shitAt no grocery store -- it just makes your furiousAs if you got shot in the butt cause now youre dead-ass seriousDont know what to do, nowhere to goBut no haps over here, cause this aint, the welcome back kotter showForget all the nights you spentCause aint nothin goin on, but my rent, huhShit, you better take a good lookAt the road cause thats youre bout to hitAnd it aint no comin backGirlfriend, I got your bags packedHuh, I got your bags packedYou gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-yaI got your bags packedYou gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-yaI got your bags packedYou gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-yaI got your bags packedYou gotta leave you gotta leave I gotta go, check itAiyyo baby Im not the oneI said my man serge hes not the oneAnd my man named ant hes not the oneAnd my man earl is sho aint not the oneAiyyo aiyyo girlfriend we aint not the oneMy man extra p, hes not the oneAnd you know how it goes.. the oneThe one ..*fades*
