Don't know why my ex calling I can see my ex calling Why the fuck my ex calling Oh no now my next calling I don't know why I stress all them I just want the best, darlin' I can hear my ex calling Hold up why my ex calling Scrolling through these mother

G G G, G G G-Unit No peace talks, no white flags No mercy, I'm getting yo ass Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toasters Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra You don't want to bang wit the best I'll have Doc removing fragments from

You don't need no other lover, we can keep it undercover I want you all to myself And nobody else, yeah You're a sexy machine You're a Hollywood dream And you got me feeling like a homecoming queen Let's drop out of this crowd Somewhere no one's allowed

I don't know your name but excuse me miss I saw you from across the room I saved the last dance for you How I love to keep you here with me oh baby And I got to admit that you got my attention You're making me want to say yo I know you're trying to leave

I know you're out there somewhere having fun I want you to straighten out my tomorrow (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow) Misty mornin', don't see no sun There is one mystery, yeah I just can't express To give your more, to receive your less One

Call me baby, baby I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got it going on Obie I don't hear what the rumbleclots say {She say} Sex and on that good love to me She say she like em dark skinn-ded

Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' We got London On Da Track Ohh, yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Hunnid

What can I say, it's complicated I want you forever Even when we're not together Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like Don't think that I can explain it Don't matter what you say Don't matter what you do

Give it to me right now But the devil said that he want my soul I’m a dirty mothafucka, a waste of life A waste of skin Wanna repent, don’t know where to begin Next of kin don’t give a damn 'bout me I know God don’t give a damn 'bout me People try but

Move on (move on) If I want to move on If I want to move on (move on) I got high to forget you I feel pain, I don't want to But I have to, yeah, I have to I wish Tracy Chapman was my friend She would know exactly what to say