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Sleepless In New Orleans

 

Sleepless In New Orleans

(album: Jet Files - 2011)


[Hook:]
More bullshit, here we go again
Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends
Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again
When will you ever learn? Them hoes is miserable
They know what we be doing
They know where we be going
They wish it was them instead of you I'm digging on
With all this tripping you just gonna make it easy for 'em

I'm just saying mama, quit playing mama

[Verse 1:]
Walk in the house and shorty go the long face
Oh shit, whatcha home girl say?
I guess I was the topic at the beauty shop today
You let them heffers tell it; I'm constantly on dates
And for the most part I'm in the studio dropping my tapes
I invite you to sessions you don't be wanting to stay
Til four and five in the morning
You worrying bout me touring
And laying up with these bitches
I wonder if a rapper-relationsship really fitcha
Cause basically
You be takin me
Outta my zone
Tryina test my patience or drive em crazy ringing my phone
I answer it, you listening for background noise
All CSI tryna detect female voice
And that's so uncomfortable
You used to be my down-ass chick what did you turn into
I'm tryna have it all Cliffe and Clair Huxtable
I'm almost to the point where I'm fed up with you

[Hook]

I'm just saying mama, stop playing mama

[Verse 2:]
Whatchu mean 'what I'm packing for'?
I'm a give you minute, you've been acting up
Grab me some boxes, a couple Air Maxes and stuff
XBox and games on the passenger seat of my truck
Bring it by my other crib where my little brother live
Clear my head, be back in a couple days
Few different tangled biddies, pretty skinnies in my bed
But they only get my dick, not my heart B
If you ain't the one you the proto-type, word to André
See them as freaks and I see you as my fiancé
I don't ever bring that bullshit round home base
I keep G, gimme that, I mean come one B
And even you said it
No other nigga can hit it like I did it
And no other will ever get a chance to get it
I'm tryna have it all Barack and Michelle
If you riding then I'll be back when it ain't hard for me to tell

[Hook]

I'm just saying mama, stop playing mama

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