Tyga

[fox69]

"Orgasm"

"Orgasm"


She gon have a fuckin orgasm [x2]
Uhh, beat, beat it like the melody
She gon bend it over, hands on her knees
She gon have a fuckin orgasm [x2]
Put it deep where she tellin me
Rock her like a baby she gon fall asleep
After she had a fuckin orgasm
She had a fuckin orgasm
Uhh
Wet dreams, see through my vision
Yo bitch is missin, she with the nigga
Fly nigga, too exquisite
She wanna be mrs. I'm single
One digit, too many bitches
3, 4, sex positions
I'm on a mission, missionary in the kitchen
Pussy drippin, clean it up tongue kiss it
So delicious, pussy go like olympics
Man, already full I don't need dinner
Put it in her, beat it up
Bad bitch yea she bad as fuck
Tatted up, n she like that
Put it in ya mouth baby don't bite thatt

B-beat it like the melody
She gon bend it over hands on her knees
She gon have a fuckin orgasm [x2]
Put it deep where she tellin
Rock her like a baby she gon fall asleep
After she had a fuckin orgasm
She had a fuckin orgasm

I like girls, that like girls
Who party all night like them white girls
But we don't like all them lil dike girls,
Tryna fight girls, relax baby open up
It's tygas world

Call that lipgloss, she don't need that on
Cause it's gon wipe off, when u lick my balls
I'm a I'm a make it red like santa clause
She a good girl, heres a dick in the box
I got some lotion, rub it circular motion
Curlin all of your toes's, fuckin but yet we focus
U cummin, I'm cummin after then we fallin over
12. a.m. wakin up d-do it all over

B-beat it like the melody
She gon bend it over hands on her knees
She gon have a fuckin orgasm [x2]
Put it deep where she tellin
Rock her like a baby she gon fall asleep
After she had a fuckin orgasm
She had a fuckin orgasm

P-p-put it in her, beat it up
Bad bitch, yea she bad as fuck
Tatted up, yea she like that
Put it in ya mouth baby don't bite that
Put it in her, beat it up
B-bad bitch, yea she bad as fuck
Tatted up, year she like that
Put it in ya mouth baby don't bite that

B-beat it like the melody
She gon bend it over hands on her knees
She gon have a fuckin orgasm [x2]
Put it deep where she tellin
Rock her like a baby she gon fall asleep
After she had a fuckin orgasm
She had a fuckin orgasm

 

[fox69]

"Out This Bitch"
(feat. Kirko Bangz)

"Out This Bitch"
(feat. Kirko Bangz)



[Hook - Kirko Bangz:]
She say I'm trynna make this work, you're doin' it again
Fuck this shit, I'm out this bitch
Say I'm out this bitch (I'm out this bitch)
Say I'm out this bitch (I'm out this bitch)
Say I'm out this bitch (I'm out this bitch)
She tell me
"you could have that bitch, you ain't bout shit, fuck this shit, I'm out this bitch"
She like "fuck that shit"
She got me like "fuck that bitch!"
Say I'm out this bitch...

Same old nigger making stuck in the day,
She the same since highschool back in the day,
Cute face, deep eyes, with the low beety ways,
Says she just finished school, now she worked at a bank,
Now I’m all in the bank, all in the bank, probably with some niggers that be rob in the bank,
Rob in the bank, now it’s all in the paper and she told me all about it, said I wanna see you later,
But I’m into deep, she said she’s got a nigger, but the nigger wakes
And I had a bitch, but she told me she’s too mean,
And I wanna see you, call me when the nigger leave.
You know I’d be right back over, spend the night over,
Mixing me a cup, she don’t like being sober,
In love with a man, so she says, is getting late,
Can’t stay, now we are back arguing.

She say I'm trynna make this work, you're doin' it again
Fuck this shit, I'm out this bitch
Say I'm out this bitch (I'm out this bitch)
Say I'm out this bitch (I'm out this bitch)
Say I'm out this bitch (I'm out this bitch)
She tell me
"you could have that bitch, you ain't bout shit, fuck this shit, I'm out this bitch"
She like "fuck that shit"
She got me like "fuck that bitch!"
Say I'm out this bitch...

Now I’m right back in the same position, with the same bitch that I said I was quitting a minute ago,
I’m out of control, over these hoes, dealing with emotions I don’t wanna show,
It’s like one or two flaws, don’t wanna be involved with her at all
Tired of waiting, I’m getting impatient, she is lately with her best friend and the head game’s crazy,
Single now, living life while I’m on a deadly
Ain’t got time for no sorry, just brought a Ferrari,
Cost me two eighty, now these bitches wanna call me by my real name.
Baby, ain’t got time for no motherfucking questions,
To my ex’s, hope you learned your lesson.
While you’re out stressing I’m somewhere out sexing,
On to the next one, on to the next thing,
No, you ain’t tripping.
All on your TV, now she wanna text me.

She say I'm trynna make this work, you're doin' it again
Fuck this shit, I'm out this bitch
Say I'm out this bitch (I'm out this bitch)
Say I'm out this bitch (I'm out this bitch)
Say I'm out this bitch (I'm out this bitch)
She tell me
"you could have that bitch, you ain't bout shit, fuck this shit, I'm out this bitch"
She like "fuck that shit"
She got me like "fuck that bitch!"
Say I'm out this bitch...

Say I’m out this bitch, say I’m out this bitch.

 

[fox69]

"Outro Talking"
(with Tyga)

"Outro Talking"
(with Tyga)



Yo all of the fans fan of the fan that stricly means we are the fans of you guys so we want ya'll 2 know that we love ya'll & thank ya'll 4 all the support & we gone be rockin man check out tyga projects coming out my project we gon get it poppin 4 da streets like I always say & hum my number ones the ladies thank ya'll 4 supported 2 because without ya'll we nothing yeah b4 we go we gotta do this aww that's it you can cut that motherfucker

 

[fox69]

"Palm Trees"

"Palm Trees"


[Hook:]
Niggas wanna stop me like the nazzi
Getting money like Illuminati
Look up and see the palm trees, fuck everybody
Palm trees, fuck everybody
All I see is the money, buried over the struggle
I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though
So fuck every commy, palm trees
Fuck everybody, palm trees

[Verse:]
Clearly these niggas can't see me like black & white TV
So pretend that you hear me like Stevie
Let's call it, leave and fuck you
We've been discussing our salary
You chiefin, pass the blunt,
Pray that you live, have a dissy
Tires screeching, swerving paparazzi
I could have relieve in 91 gas from Chevron, Rolls Royce like Heron
Warrior like play on girls, they like to cling on
Give em hard dick one time then that boy gone
I bop Ferrari to my latest songs, H Crown, did 5, glad my nigga made it home
These bitches fronting, claiming they ain't hoes
Actin like the single life, the way that go ball all alone
Alright neighborhood, I feel alone
8 bedrooms, let my thoughts roam
And one day king will realize his throne
When you pop T-Raww, morals in you fairly strong
I love making that shit that you can sing along
Getting head while you're high
That's my way you're getting blown
Used to talk to these kids through the Styrophoam
Now we talk for millions on the microphone
Jewelry cashed back then the zip locked
No job to them rogue niggas
Kick rocks, white socks
Clean nigga, court side,
Fact not, see you making it rain, nigga that's all you got
All night, that's what you got
Fuck with me baby, make sure you leave with a what
Course you ain't bad, fuck your cash, I pay my tab
Make you a star in real life, fuck a blog nigga

[Hook:]
Niggas wanna stop me like the nazzi
Getting money like Illuminati
Look up and see the palm trees, fuck everybody
Palm trees, fuck everybody
All I see is the money, buried over the struggle
I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though
So fuck every commy, palm trees
Fuck everybody, palm trees

 

[fox69]

"Party Over Here"

"Party Over Here"


Hey lil mama, what's poppin tonight tho

[Chorus:]
Its a party over here, party party over here, party party over here, party party party over here, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup, its a party over here, party party over here, party party over here, party party party over here, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup, its a party over here, party party over here, party party over here, party party party over here, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup

[Verse 1:]
Uh, t-killa cali no3 fly niqqa, when I enter the party get all the bitches, waves spinning, colors in my leed denim, fuck fuck them haters they already no3 the business, I'm back bitches, came on some whole different, I gotta kill it, I came with the roof missing, they aint see it, why you got ya face in it, I play women, nice game then I'm finished, ahhhh, bang bang shitty shitty, she work the pole get that nice little tipy tipy, she wanna drink take a sipy sipy, she said she smoke weed, real sticky yicky, I'm I'm the hottest niqqa, up up in every city, I can pay for it, but they just give it to me, haha, I still spend money till I'm dizzy, the white girl say tyga tyga its a its a

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I'm minked up, throwing money in my chucks, I make it rain dear when
It comes to bucks, don't hang dear if you aint tryna fuck, I'm tryna hit it from the back I don't want the front, uh, hot for the next 10 summers, young money mother sookers you gotta love us, tell homegirl lose my numba, tryna play wit me, I aint ya play brother, bummer, I had to give the news to her, I wouldve sooner but ill be over noovers, I could teach ya but I'm not a tutor, young money long money get a ruler, turn the song up kids they gon jerk to it, if we talking rap, what's your worth to it, if we talking paper, we don burn through it, this for my Geez tho but everybody bop to it like

[Chorus]

Uhh, everytime I see a girl I'm like, hey lil mama, black girls, white girls, I'm like hey lil mama, asian girls, spanish girls, I'm like hey lil mama, shit every girl I see I'm like, hey lil mama

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Pillow Talkin'"

"Pillow Talkin'"


Why do we fight
Why do argue you
All through night
When we should be pillow talking baby
Make the wrongs
All things aside
Swallow our pride
And just love each other all the time
You got me and I got you
What else could really matter
But lovin that's
What it's all about
Till death does us part

Dear princess remember
What I called you
Markin those calendar days away til that moment I saw you
And I fell in love
From that very moment I saw you
Glad I
Played on the phone and dialed them numbers to call you
And now I'm thinkin about how
That could go wrong
You was so special to me like the music in this song
From my heart
I said till death
Do us apart
Within
Dated for only a month
Or so
How is this possible
She she got me stutterin
My words beginning to slur
As I say
I love her
But I'm lovin it
It feels so right
When I'm
Huggin her
She sayin the same
She feelin complete like
Two way streets
Ringin my phone she never hear a beat
That means
I'm answering
Fulfillin her every need and desire
Ya dream
This is life with me
Continuous shoppin sprees
When I'm on the road
Even gave you all the security code
So baby
Tell me tell me

Why do we fight
Why do argue you
All through night
When we should be pillow talking baby
Make the wrongs
All things aside
Swallow our pride
And just love each other all the time
You got me and I got you
What else could really matter
But lovin that's
What it's all about
Till death does us part

I got more to stay to you

I thought I was more to what we had
Her secret stash
Filled with bundles of emotions
Now I'm startin to notice
All that shit was bogus
All the dozens of roses
Thinkin you was my golden token
Now I'm feelin frozen
Lookin like my life is hopeless
No human
Should ever experience
What I drove in
Now my car is broken
My engine hood
I should have never left it opened
Lookin like I'm on E
No fuel I can't even eat
Don't even want to breath if you ain't close to me
No friends
My only enemy is cupid
How could you be so stupid
Please tell me why love hurts
Can you even hear me
Can you even imagine
If your arrow wasn't workin for weeks
I don't
Think so
I'm just tryin
To think slow
It just ain't me
So please play the drum rolls
And roll the red carpets out
As I wait for you to return
With an explanation
So baby start explaining

Why do we fight
Why do argue you
All through night
When we should be pillow talking baby
Make the wrongs
All things aside
Swallow our pride
And just love each other all the time
You got me and I got you
What else could really matter
But lovin that's
What it's all about
Till death does us part

 

[fox69]

"Pleazer"
(feat. Boosie Badazz)

"Pleazer"
(feat. Boosie Badazz)



[Intro - Tyga:]
Nigga, and arch that back
I hit her, the knick-knack, give her that dab
Yeah, nigga, smoke that

[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass shit like Dave Chappelle
Pussy-ass niggas all in my mail
How you get out early? You ain't make that bail
Snitchin' ain't free, but all you do is tell
I heard you breakin' bad, but the shit won't sell
Yeah, all in your momma car wit' no Ls
Now she can't make work, son, you dumb as hell
Need a ghetto bitch wit' long-ass nails
To scratch a nigga back and cook my meals
I got Gs on the block, bitches on the cock
It ain't a house party 'til somebody get shot
Want fifty in the pot, play the scene, they gon' flock
Have a all-white party, niggas hangin' off the yachts
Bang your pistol, you too smart and little
I came wit' my tongue out, I'm high from the free throw
Pussy is mental, it's too good, I sin for
Run up all in it, I'm a be here for a minute, bitch

[Hook - Tyga:]
Nigga, and she bounce that back
My dog tryin' to knick-knack, give a dog a paddywhack
Paddyback that, yeah, bounce it on my lap, lap
She's a real dick-pleaser
Nigga, I tell her, "Arch that back"
My dog tryin' to knick-knack, give a dog a paddywhack
Paddyback that, yeah, bounce it on my lap, lap
She's a real dick-pleaser

[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
This ain't rap and rap ain't this
Tell her, "Shut the fuck up and suck my dick"
She a real dick-pleaser, won't you face my dick
She likes dick, dick, dick and nothin' else but dick
She eat it like candy or Swedish Fish
My rim size satellites, that's a deep-ass dish
You niggas' money thinner than a Conehead bitch
No relationships, we ain't developin' shit
Shout-out all my bitcheses, you call them mistresses
I just hit and forget they even existeded
Ha, it's all the same though
I changed the lingo, gave her dangle, buried the dang ho
I'm fuckin' faster, I'm gettin' stronger
I hit her, she backwards, lickin' her asshole
My dick is the password
T nasty, 'bout to catch a felony for it
Vagina juice like orange juice in the mornin'

[Hook - Tyga:]
Nigga, and she bounce that back
My dog tryin' to knick-knack, give a dog a paddywhack
Paddyback that, yeah, bounce it on my lap, lap
She's a real dick-pleaser
Nigga, I tell her, "Arch that back"
My dog tryin' to knick-knack, give a dog a paddywhack
Paddyback that, yeah, bounce it on my lap, lap

[Verse 3 - Boosie Badazz:]
(Boosie Badazz)
This for Section 8 Taniqua, real dick-pleaser
Right to the side, right now I need her
Super bad, her body a trigger, you're mine to eat, uh
Suck and swallow, suck and swallow, smile make me weaker
Get it? Just stuck that Kardashian pussy
Business-minded, but most of all she nasty for me
And she wetter, she wetter, wetter than Niagra Falls
Turned-up sex appeal, she don't wear no drawers
I like girls who like girls, got to track Boosie
Now I'm prayin', tell you my ten is wit' the fat coochie
You know I ate it, whack the cat, paddywhack the cat
Give her two thumbs up cause she keep me comin' back
And she please me, ride it like a cowgirl
And she leakin', God, put down the towel, girl
Yeah, spontaneous head, spontaneous head
And she rained down on me, yeah

[Hook - Tyga:]
Nigga, and she bounce that back
My dog tryin' to knick-knack, give a dog a paddywhack
Paddyback that, yeah, bounce it on my lap, lap
She's a real dick-pleaser
Nigga, I tell her, "Arch that back"
My dog tryin' to knick-knack, give a dog a paddywhack
Paddyback that, yeah, bounce it on my lap, lap
She's a real dick-pleaser

 

[fox69]

"Pop It"

"Pop It"


Young money pust that on the beat hoe
Walk up on this bitch with a hundred grand
Two rollies on my arm another hundred grand
Bitch let the money burn nigga no tan
Got a young bitch fuckin doin what she can
Pop it up king kong killa'
T raw the real deal put it on manilla
Make a bithc pop (pop)
Pills 'till it's dinna'
She'll fuck a nympho that's why I fuck with her (ha)
Put some white twirk pussy singles
All up in the club throwing up middle fingaz
If you dry snitch turn a bitch to a hangar
Let yo shit down now you plankin' (you plankin') I am saying

Ah, one two and the bitch came break a bitch hard pouring out the champaign
Why you over there chilling with the lil' lames
You ain't know you, ain't know, that my shit bangs?

Pop it bitch
Pop, pop, pop, pop it bitch [x3]
One two and the bitch came pop it bitch
Pop, pop, pop, pop it bitch [x3]
All these hoes know my damn name

she dont give brain that's a damn shame
I don't find this shit funny like "soul plane"
Put ice on my wrist like shit is sprained
I'm just ridin aroud gettin, two chain last cane YMC and Gan
Heard they ain't dope bitch with another cane
Bitch say I'm the bomb, home made
Know the pussy up, tear it to the sex game
Row 8 make the bitches in they gag for they yak
She goes spaz make a scene like she act (act)
Stupid take a cab oh you broke? oh yo bad?
I don't cuff hoes they just follow my command I'm saying

Ah, one two and the bitch came break a bitch hard pouring out the champaign
Why you over there chilling with the lil' lames
You ain't know you, ain't know, that my shit bangs?

Pop it bitch
Pop, pop, pop, pop it bitch [x3]
One two and the bitch came pop it bitch
Pop, pop, pop, pop it bitch [x3]
All these hoes know my damn name

Lift that ass up (up, up)
And bring that ass down (down, down)
Bring that ass up (up, up)
Shake that ass to the ground and then

Pop, pop, pop, pop it bitch [x3]
One two and the bitch came pop it bitch
Pop, pop, pop, pop it bitch [x3]
All these hoes know my damn name
You ain't get brain that's a damn shame

 

[fox69]

"Potty Mouth"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"Potty Mouth"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[Verse 1: Tyga]
One shot, bomboclat
bitches jumping on my dick, hopping like it’s hopscotch
Booty pop, my bitch don’t wear that she prolly ass shots
I don’t give a fuck, I fuck em all till they pussy ouch
Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang, bang then I’m out
Once u-fucking-pon a time, had your bitch inside my house
Cooking grits and riding dick
Swear she the best chef around
Pop that pussy, now let me see you doo doo brown
I wanna rock, I wanna rock
Tell these bitch niggas it’s they time of the month, time of the month
niggas want beef but I eat that shit, eat eat everything well done
I’m so far in the clouds I can barely hear
All that shit you rocking, boy that was last year
GOAT’s here, niggas steer my style like a stop deer
Pump fear
To you bitches heart, Suge without the beard
Man, all these new niggas weird
They all lining up to come and see the last king

[Hook: Tyga]
I get money, I make money
I take money, them bitches want it from me ‘cause I’m
I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
Two, two more shots, then I’m out
I’m a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
I’m ‘bout whatever man, I’m ‘bout whatever man
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Man, I fucked your dime and now she’s mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullshit, I don’t pay you no mind
But what’s your sign? Gemini?
Scorpio, let me fuck from behind
However you want it, baby
Light the blunts, blunts and close your eyes
Real nigga doe, real nigga doe
Got a freak bitch in the DB9, put me on doe
Came in the door, kicked in the door
Waiving the .44, put one, one in your blowhole
Man, you’re paper thin, you need to take some notes
niggas steal my lines and say they don’t, there go another new quote
I’m fresh off the boat, nigga let’s toast
Young Money real, y’all shit just a hoax
Made a fairytale, busy on a float
Why would I lie?
Forever under oath, I’m
So fucking frustrated with your lady
Get a flight, I send her home
Man my love is oh so tainted
If you fine you might get diamonds, if you a five you might get nothing
I’m on my monsters, they from a moshpit
R-r-r-rock you like Nirvana
Man I be off Patron like it’s a holiday
fucking with them finer things, pull up on your bitch and say

[Hook: Tyga]
I get money, I make money
I take money, them bitches want it from me ‘cause I’m
I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
Two, two more shots, then I’m out
I’m a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
I’m ‘bout whatever man, I’m ‘bout whatever man
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Man, I fucked your dime
Still in my prime
Young D, I’m freshest nigga on the line
Better man up, it’s about to go down
Leave you with jaw-dropped, face on the ground
Let the rain fill the moats ‘round my kingdom
Carved in the cement, star, pledge allegiance
I’ma let you leave ‘em screaming
Dreaming just to get by
Girl you so fly, why you so high?
Two more shots, then I’m out
I’m a motherfucking potty mouth
I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
All bad bitches in my house
I’m a motherfucker, fuck her then I kick her out
I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Cannibal, I eat you raw meat
I’m raw with beats
So scavenger with it, nigga look like Jaws with feet
You don’t want it, bitch
Y’all niggas know I get gully, what you want?
Listen close, y’all don’t hear how the beat get ugly when a motherfucker come through?
Excuse me bitch
Please let me kill it just a little bit and let a nigga do what he do
Movie shit, that tec make a niggas wanna vomit spit
You niggas already knew
She keep on fronting niggas, then I’m lighting up another city
Got her fighting ‘til they get to biting, they we getting gritty
See the time and now a nigga climbing up another milli
Then we shining till a nigga blind them, up until it kills me
Forth and back and my dying is a nigga ‘til it pulls up on the track
Then I’ma die sixty niggas ‘til we pop off like we in the wild west
When I finished giving you the crack pipe
If you knew I’m in route to the crib just to park the Bugatti at the house
Sin big and one of my bitches really turn her out now
Still everyone know I got a potty mouth now
shit they got me doing it again
Back to bodying things and lots of screwing other women
You can never stop the shit that I’m doing
And the way that we moving
Get it popping, never stopping, kill ‘em in the end now
And I’ma get ‘em to the point when I got ‘em all open, handling my business with ‘em ha!
Trust me you don’t wanna start cause you know it’s torture!
Every single minute til I finish with ‘em
And I knock shit down
Every time I come and then I lock shit down
‘Til I come up place niggas better drop that crown
Ever here, ‘fore I pop you clowns
And I go erase niggas!

 

[fox69]

"Press 7"

"Press 7"


[Verse 1]
First off let me clear my chest
Started off on baby steps
We get right to the moment where babys come next
Grab tight holdin our self to whats nothin left
Two choices I'm ya boyfriend or lets just forget
After dat you plead like I can't believe what we did
So only option was to agree and keep it secret
Or ya friends will make ya think that ya just another cheerleader
On his team, Tyga man a playa
See but, don't believe what ears can hear and eyes can not see
You seeing me on a daily baby
Wheres my time for another lady?
Get over it, trust me, faithfully, I can be all that you need

[Chorus]
Say you want to let me go and
Thats gonna have to end
You can Go and getta new boyfriend
But you'll never getta better boyfriend
Love just aint our way but,
You know I don't pretend
Imma go and getta new girlfriend
Imma get myself a better girlfriend

[Verse 2]
[Girl Talks on Answering Machine]

Dear Ma,
Misses She left ya guard down
For girbuads and riches
So we tore the mall down
And therefore fullfilled your little wishes
No more penny, pigeon, chowing at places
Dinner to reservations
I'm so on to this lifestyle
I put you on to it baby, Tyga Style
Just don't run from it cuz theres carpets every where we roam now
Profits for party poppin wit popular crowds
Getty images flickering, Perez Hilton
Liker her dress was ridiculous, complements of Tygas dispense
I come at dem like Pete Wentz
Don't worry its all coming back in the end

[Chorus]
Say you want to let me go and
Thats gonna have to end
You can Go and getta new boyfriend
But you'll never getta better boyfriend
Love just aint our way but,
You know I don't pretend
Imma go and getta new girlfriend
Imma get myself a better girlfriend

[Verse 3]
Wait, so this is how we plan it
Benifit friends and relationships don't mix
But don't trip, cuz you I'm far over with
Long John Silver sick
And this boat no longer floats for you goldfish
Go dig another ditch cuz I'm dead done wit dis
Im hangin up now, My new girl shes in the front now
I know that gotta hurt
Time to answer her
Well I guess its true
Stick to the player rules

[Chorus (2x)]
Say you want to let me go and
Thats gonna have to end
You can Go and getta new boyfriend
But you'll never getta better boyfriend
Love just aint our way but,
You know I don't pretend
Imma go and getta new girlfriend
Imma get myself a better girlfriend