Lyrics

Okay, just tell me, baby, where you wanna go I'm gonna take you down to places even you don't know You're gonna miss it when I leave the room, and I wanna see you soon, too 'Cause you're my love (ha-ha, okay, yeah, yeah) Text my old girl, I can't let the hoe know (oh, nah, nah) Broke up with my ex, where did all my hoes go? (Yeah, where you at?) Rockin' Ralph Lauren tees into Polos (uh-huh) Quit my day job, now I don't got no phone (ha-ha, yeah) You say it's getting late and now you wanna go home But I don't wanna wait to see your face again, oh, no Yeah, but if you stay, I know a perfect place we can go Yeah, I'll make it worth it, yeah, ha-ha Okay, just tell me, baby, where you wanna go (Broke up with my ex, where did all my hoes go?) I'm gonna take you down to places even you don't know You're gonna miss it when I leave the room (ha-ha, okay, yeah) And I wanna see you soon, too (now, I'll make it worth it, yeah, ha) 'Cause you're my love (ooh) Oh, oh-oh Oh (let me tell you what I gotta do) I gotta make some friends 'cause I'm not friends with you no more I gotta take those hands, and hold them one more time before I go, yeah Make some friends, 'cause I'm not friends with you no more We gotta break those hands, we gotta break those hands, oh, sing it I gotta make some friends, I gotta make some friends I gotta make some friends, I gotta make some friends I gotta make some friends, oh, I gotta make some friends, oh I gotta make some friends, I gotta make some friends, yeah (whoa) Yeah
Writer(s): Malcolm Hobert, Naeem Muhammad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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