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Gerrell H
Gerrell H
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Lyrics

Man, it's on fasho
Miss me? Turn on your radio
Where we goin?
We don't gotta let 'em know
Long night, I couldn't even hit you up
Yo games, I done had enough
Hoes don't get nun, not a sup
Don't talk 'bout nun, that was
Lot of girls waitin' on a call
Can show why my last name Ball
Trynna get you out, I'ma stall
Ain't posed to, wit' you I fall
Pretty and brown, she a doll
Got a guard, but I'll drop my wall
Worryin' 'bout me, you a leave first
I'm by myself, 'cause love hurts
Can't let you go, I know yo worth
You got a clean slate, ain't no dirt
Franks in my pocket, I ain't Kirk
Can't help it, I'm a flirt
Play crazy, but want it to work
Drink in her system
It's makin' her tell the truth
Be real
Tell me who out here fuckin' wit' you
I'll let you do what you do
I'll move on, prolly too soon
Can't show how I feel, play it cool
You know that I'm that dude
I don't need nun of yo love
And I ain't impressed by stuff
And you ain't gettin' trust
Save the"miss you's" just hush
Man, it's on fasho
Miss me? Turn on your radio
Where we goin?
We don't gotta let 'em know
Long night, I couldn't even hit you up
Yo games, I done had enough
Hoes don't get nun, not a sup
Don't talk 'bout nun, that was
Lot of girls waitin' on a call
Got a guard, but I'll drop my wall
Written by: Gerrell H
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