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Testo Bags Packed - Akinyele

Testo della canzone Bags Packed (Akinyele), tratta dall'album Vagina Diner

Yeah, check it

This another one of those ak shits, you know what I'm saying?

This right here is about a girl who wanna live in your house for free

Without a J-O-B

Check it

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see ya

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see ya

I got your bags packed, I got your bags packed

You gotta leave, you gotta leave, you gotta leave, yo

I make your head bloody red if you don't get out

And if you scream and shout

I'll put the bandages on your mouth

No living for free on my couch

Ayo, I ain't operating no type of covenant house

You get no health care, my name ain't welfare

Uh-uh dear, take that bullshit elsewhere

Your ass gotta go if you don't got dough

Call me what you want, woman, because you're just another ho

I know you'll probably make a good mother, miss

But I don't got no time to be bothered with no broke bitch

Griffin at the mouth, get you kicked out without no whereabouts

The love boat shape up and ship out

And take everything you came with when you was starting

This ain't a world tour, no more trips to this apartment

I want your ass to be ghost

And now all of a sudden you wanna get close, huh

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see ya

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see ya

I got your bags packed, I got your bags packed

You gotta leave, you gotta leave, you gotta leave, check it

Get your clothes, use common sense

I don't sell pantyhose, I don't got time for no nonsense

Kindly pack up your shit

Remember you're not down with the Olympics, so don't try to flip

I reach for the Glock, aim for your snot box

The neighbor hear the shots, the neighbor call the cops

But I won't do a day upstate

I just perform that old Mike Tyson play and cry out rape

Before you burst, give me my keys

Stop pleading for please, this ain't

Church, get off your fucking knees

I'm not looking for no blowjob, you better get a real job

So we can have some dough, Hob

I won't front, I used to love her when we thumped

You're not my stunt, tomorrow's the first of the month

You don't have half the rent, I'm not gon' cut no slack

Girlfriend, I got your bags packed, huh

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, you gotta leave

I got your bags packed, see ya

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, you gotta leave

I got your bags packed

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, you gotta leave

I got your bags packed, see ya, see ya

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave

You gotta leave, you gotta leave, check it

Wipe up them crying tears

'Cause like an automatic car, you don't got no gear

Get ready to put an end to that Cinderella book

Throw out them broad-ass jeans 'cause I wasn't seen

To give you the "ugh" that you been searching for

And plus I heard you're not with bagging up shit at no grocery store

It just makes you furious

As if you got shot in the butt 'cause now you're dead ass serious

Don't know what to do, nowhere to go

But no half over here 'cause this ain't the Welcome Back, Carter show

Forget all the nights you spent

'Cause ain't nothing going on but my rent, huh

Shit, you better take a good look at the road

'Cause that's what you're 'bout to hit

And it ain't no coming back

Girlfriend, I got your bags packed, huh

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, you gotta leave

I got your bags packed, see ya

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, you gotta leave

I got your bags packed, see ya

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, you gotta leave

I got your bags packed, see ya

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave

You gotta leave, I gotta go, check it

Ayo, baby, I'm not (The one)

I said my man Serge, he's not (The one)

And my man named Ant, he's not (The one)

And my man Earl and Sho, they not (The one)

Ayo, ayo, girlfriend, we ain't not (The one)

My man Extra P, he's not (The one)

You know how it go

Credits
Writer(s): Burt F. Bacharach, Hal David, Akinyele Adams
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