I'm so confused
I don't know what to do
But I gotta be a womon
I gotta get over you
I think I saw your baby's mama
Creepin at your back door
Yeah ee Yeah ee
And your tired ass been cheatin
And I can't take it no more
I'm movin on
[Chorus]
On
On
Oh on
I'll be movin' on
On
On
Oh on
I'll be movin' on
Whose drawers are these
You know I wear a size four
And if you say you been faithful
Who was at your back door
You ain't got no monie
I should have hade it long ago
Yea-ee Yea-ee Yea-ee
And you show can't stroke it no more
So I've been sleepin' all alone
(If you know what I mean )
I'm movin on
[Chorus]
Now I'm a no limit soldier
Knowin' to keep it rowdy
You know one's that make you say uhh
And bout it,bout it
Now one to the two
Two to the three
I ain't sayin' leave him
But you need to like roll wit me
See I can see you ain't happy here
When I look in you're eyes
You a virgin
You gotta spread you're wings
So now it's time to fly
You ain't never gonna trip
Or remind me
I'm trying to live ghetto fab
Like takin' baths
In bottles of Dawn P
But I ain't perfect
Just imagine me wit no flaws
At the parking lot
Wit no cars
Cell block
Wit no bars
World
Wit no wars
L.A.
Wit no stars
Check this out
I can heal your broken heart
So don't be so fast
To react so quick
Or get mad
And try to scratch up my 6
Now you know I get paid
For bustin' all kinds of tight verses
See I kneed a girl
That I can see on top
Like Silk and Mya
Or vice virca
[Chorus: x2]
Writer: ANDREWS, MARK/HARRISON, MYA MARIE/PEARSON, DARRYL I
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
I don't know what to do
But I gotta be a womon
I gotta get over you
I think I saw your baby's mama
Creepin at your back door
Yeah ee Yeah ee
And your tired ass been cheatin
And I can't take it no more
I'm movin on
[Chorus]
On
On
Oh on
I'll be movin' on
On
On
Oh on
I'll be movin' on
Whose drawers are these
You know I wear a size four
And if you say you been faithful
Who was at your back door
You ain't got no monie
I should have hade it long ago
Yea-ee Yea-ee Yea-ee
And you show can't stroke it no more
So I've been sleepin' all alone
(If you know what I mean )
I'm movin on
[Chorus]
Now I'm a no limit soldier
Knowin' to keep it rowdy
You know one's that make you say uhh
And bout it,bout it
Now one to the two
Two to the three
I ain't sayin' leave him
But you need to like roll wit me
See I can see you ain't happy here
When I look in you're eyes
You a virgin
You gotta spread you're wings
So now it's time to fly
You ain't never gonna trip
Or remind me
I'm trying to live ghetto fab
Like takin' baths
In bottles of Dawn P
But I ain't perfect
Just imagine me wit no flaws
At the parking lot
Wit no cars
Cell block
Wit no bars
World
Wit no wars
L.A.
Wit no stars
Check this out
I can heal your broken heart
So don't be so fast
To react so quick
Or get mad
And try to scratch up my 6
Now you know I get paid
For bustin' all kinds of tight verses
See I kneed a girl
That I can see on top
Like Silk and Mya
Or vice virca
[Chorus: x2]
Writer: ANDREWS, MARK/HARRISON, MYA MARIE/PEARSON, DARRYL I
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
