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Bags Packed Lyric by Akinyele

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This another one of those ak shits youknowhatimsayin?
This right heres about a girl
Who wanna live in your house for free, without a j.o.b.
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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

Ill make your head bloody red if you dont get out
And if you scream and shout, Ill put the bandages on your mouth
No livin for free on my couch
And yo I aint operatin, no type of covenant house
You get no help here, my name aint wel-fare
Uh uh dear, take that bullshit else-where
Your ass gotta go if you dont got dough
Call me what you want, woman, because youre just another hoe
I know youd probably make a good mother miss
But I dont got no time to be bothered with no broke bitch
Riffin at the mouth, get you kicked out, without no whereabouts
The loveboat shape up and ship out
And take everything you came with when you was startin
This aint a world tour, no more trips to this apartment
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 dont sell pantyhose, I dont got time for non +nonsense+
Kindly pack up your shit
Remember youre not down with the olympics, so dont try to flip!
Ill reach for the glock, aim for your snotbox
The neighbor hear the shots, the neighbor call the cops
But I wont 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 aint church, get off your fuckin knees
Im not lookin for no blow job, you better get a real job
So we can have some dough hobbes
I wont front, I used to love it when wed hump
Youre not my stunt, tomorrows the first of the month
You dont have half the rent, Im 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 dont got no gear
Get ready to put an end to that cinderella book
Throw out them jordache jeans, cause it wasnt seem
To givin you the look, that youve been searchin for
And plus I heard youre not with, baggin up shit
At no grocery store -- it just makes your furious
As if you got shot in the butt cause now youre dead-ass serious
Dont know what to do, nowhere to go
But no haps over here, cause this aint, the welcome back kotter show
Forget all the nights you spent
Cause aint nothin goin on, but my rent, huh
Shit, you better take a good look
At the road cause thats youre bout to hit
And it aint 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 Im not the one
I said my man serge hes not the one
And my man named ant hes not the one
And my man earl is sho aint not the one
Aiyyo aiyyo girlfriend we aint not the one
My man extra p, hes not the one
And you know how it goes.. the one
The one ..
*fades*