David Banner - Gots To Go lyrics

Chorus:

Aint no tellin where i might be

i got places to go, and people to see

aint no tellin where i end up

i got shows to rock and hoes to fuck

aint no tellin where i might go

coast to coast or just next door

but..i gots to go.

verse:

roll up on the tour bus, smokin a blunt

then heard a duh duh duh duh

what chya baby mama want?

nothin but good fuckin, dick suckin, train runnin

she lickin on my nuts, cocked to her ear

she hear me cummin

watchin me go, she swallowed cum, you kissed the hoe

tongue and lip ooh! man you really lickin my ball

"heard you fucked my baby mama last night?"

"nigga, no." but she did bring me no seeds, sticks oh

im lyin when come over cot lyin in her draws

nigga all off in her draws, and thats your baby mother

if it makes u feel better shes a good dick succkkker.

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verse 2:

my job takes me outta town, all expense paid

wakin up with a hangover two thousand miles away

its seems easy..weed, women, and wine

four hours of sleep is all u get

now its time to tally hoe to the show

"ayy yo yo let it go"

bust through the door, rockin dro and grab a hoe

and get back in the van with some titties in hand

let her meet ur new friend who's willing to spend

the whole night, another flight, another gig, another city

touchin on somebodys baby mama's titties

niggas in the lobby, wonderin where their women are

third floor having a lesbian bitch seminar

cant get attached, i have a plane to catch

i wish i coulda hit that, but ill be back

"yo aint no tellin where im gonna be at, but you know..i gotta go"

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verse 3:

yeaa its the game of the chili circuit

i might tendin in it

im paperchasin and rappin but it aint no symonym

my money aint a game so i aint worried bout winnin it

im worried about makin it, stackin it and spendin it

aint no pretending it dont make no world move

same way u cant pretend my shit dont make ur girl groove

see god work in mysterious ways, but i dont

and the devil will make a deal wit yo ass, but i wont

now you can have the cleanest paint job on ur truck

6 TVs, wood with leather seats stitched and tucked

the biggest chrome rims playa i dont give a fuck

if i holla at ur bitch, guarenteed she gettin fucked

you can yell and you can scream, and you can fuss and u can fight

like its the worst night of your life

to me its just another night

i aint carin bout ur drama, or breakin up ur home

you just a joke for the crew and material for a song mayne

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