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 h*es to f**k
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
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 f**kin' d**k suckin' train runnin'
She lickin' on my nuts talk to her if she hear me comin'
Watchin' me go
She swallowed cum you kissed a h*e
Tongue and lip all
Man you really lickin' my balls
Heard you for my baby momma last night n***a nah
But she did bring w**d no seeds sticks all
I'm lyin' when she come over cock 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 d**k sucker
Sucker
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 h*es to f**k
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
My Job takes me out of town on all expense paid
Wakin' up with a hangover 2000 miles away
Four hours of sleep is all you get now it's time
To tally h*e to the show a yo yo let it go
Bust through the do'
Door
Rag &flow and grab my h*e
And get back in the van with some titties 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 titties
*z in the lobby wonderin' where their women are
Third floor havin' a Let's Become a b***h Seminar
Can't get attached I got a plane to catch
I wish I could a hit that but I'll be back
Yo
Huh
Ain't no tellin' where I'm a be at
But you know out the do'
Door
Uh huh
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 h*es to f**k
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
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 s**t 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' a*s 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 f**k
If I holla at yo' b***h 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
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 h*es to f**k
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
