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DAVID BANNER lyrics : "Gots to Go"

(feat. Bun B, Devin the Dude)

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

Ain't no tellin' where I might be
I got places to go and people to see
Ain't no tellin' where I'll end up

I got shows to rock and hoes to $#&@
Ain't no tellin' where I might go
Coast to Coast or just next do' (door)

But, I gots to go, I gots to go
Eh, eh, (I gots to go) eh (go), eh, eh, eh (gotta go)

[Verse 1: David Banner]
Roll up on that tour bus, smokin' a blunt
Then heard a (dunn dunn dunn dunn dunn!) what yo' baby momma want?

Nothin' but good $#&@in' dick suckin' train runnin'
She lickin' on my nuts, talk to her if she hear me comin'
Watchin' me go

She swallowed###, you kissed a hoe
Tongue and lip, all
Man you really lickin' my balls

Heard you for my baby momma last night ^!$$%, nah
But she did bring weed, no seeds, sticks all
I'm lyin' when she come over, @@#! lyin' in her jaw

^!$$%z all up in her drawers
And that's yo' baby mother
If it makes you feel better, she's a good dick sucker (sucker)

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

[Verse 2: Devin the Dude]
My Job takes me out of town on all-expense paid
Wakin' up with a hangover 2,000 miles away

It seems easy: weed, women, and wine
Four hours of sleep is all you get - now it's time
To tally hoe to the show, a yo, yo let it go

Bust through the do' (door), rag & flow and grab my hoe
And get back in the van with some !@%$ in hand
Let her meet ya new friend, who's willing to spend

The whole night? Another flight another gig another city
Touchin' on somebody's baby momma's !@%$
^!$$%z in the lobby wonderin' where their women are

Third floor havin' a "Let's Become a (*##$ Seminar"
Can't get attached, I got a plane to catch
I wish I could a hit that but I'll be back

[Devin the Dude talking]
Yo, (huh) ain't no tellin' where I'm a be at

But you know, out the do' (door) uh huh

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Yeeah, man this the king of the chillin' circuit, I'm aight, ten in it

I'm paper chasin' and rap hustlin' it ain't no synonym
My money ain't a game so I ain't worried bout winnin' it
I'm worried bout makin' it, stackin' it and spendin' it (and spendin' it)

Ain't no pretendin' it don't make the world move
Same way you can't pretend my %#@! don't make yo' girl groove
See, God work in myterious ways but I don't (don't)

And the devil will make a deal wit yo' $$# but I won't (won't)
Now you can have the cleanest paint job on ya trucks
Six T.V.s, wood wit leather seats, stitched and tucked

The biggest chrome rims, playa, I don't give a $#&@
If I holla at yo' (*##$, guarantee she gettin' buck
You can yell and you can scream and you can fuss and you can fight

Like it's the worst night in yo' life, to me it's just another night
I ain't carin' bout ya drama (uh uh), or breakin' up ya home
You just a joke for the crew and material for a song, main

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

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