Field Mob - Sick Of Being Lonely (Remix) lyrics

(A )

Yo it's on tonight

Jump in my whip

Feeling right

Pick my man up from off of the strip

We take flight

What the dilly fella

Aint nothing really

Getting money

Before we hit up top

Let's hit the spot and cop a twenty

Hit the southern states

So we can bounce

Regulate

Throw a tape in

Join this new joke

Smoke escaping

Windows tinted

They coming down cars on my horn

It's my mom on the other end singing a song

When the clock aint a ???

You at a spot to perform

Kid I'm down with getting paper

Pulling capers like storm

No doubt

Hang up the phone and continue to murk

Ghetto star in the game put a name on my shirt

Got this one chick on the ? I stop to see

Runs with a team of chicks living 1-6-3

They be buying it playing space playstation and all

I thought I heard the cops saying I'm going to give them a call

Get some juice play some hard

Yo I'm spinning my yards

Get my lines lined up

Smell good for the guards

Get my shine

Shine my baby

Then I'm making my flash

Lay my hand on shorty rest until it's time to make cash

Call her up on her cell

What's the deal on your half

I'm just ???? up for chickens

I just got out the bath

I'm around the corner baby

Is there something you need

Just bring yourself now say no more

(Mr.Cheeks) Hook 2x

??????????? We do this all night

Got fellas spending money shorties looking right

Either twist the cap or pop a cork

This is how we getting down up top New York

(A )

We on the couch chilling

Everybody getting right

Complimenting shorty

Spandex fitting tight

Press the power down

Grab the sticks

Hit us on

C