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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clarence Edmond Lemonte Davenport
Songwriter
Lyrics
Um
Blame it on Teezy for making you move like this baby
I don't 'wanna hang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna slang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna hang with them broads no 'mo
They 'aint right
And I don't 'wanna bang on them broads no 'mo
If they 'aint right
I don't 'wanna hang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna slang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna hang with them broads no 'mo
They 'aint right
And I don't 'wanna bang on them broads no 'mo
If they 'aint right
'Naw!
'Naw!
Too many 'niggas with problems
I don't 'wanna hang with 'em
Too many 'bitchs with problems
I don't 'wanna hang with 'em!
I got my own
I got to focus on that
They hating!
And i'm noticing that
Put that lame shit way in the back
By that Cul-de-sac
Where you can get 'wacked!
I kept it a thousand
Gave 'niggas thousands
Why 'niggas mouthing
Popping off?
'Cause the love 'aint there no 'mo
They can't find it when they look for it in other folks
I kept it a thousand
Gave 'bitchs thousands
I don't no why these hoes mouthing off
She can't find the same type of love that i give
When she looking in other folks
The relations 'aint benefiting me
Turning my positive energy
Into negative energy
No!
I don't 'wanna hang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna slang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna hang with them broads no 'mo
They 'aint right
And I don't 'wanna bang on them broads no 'mo
If they 'aint right
I don't 'wanna hang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna slang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna hang with them broads no 'mo
They 'aint right
And I don't 'wanna bang on them broads no 'mo
If they 'aint right
I shouldn't be messing with 'shawty no 'mo
I know that she bad for me
It's hard
She 'don gave the best ass I 'don had to me
'Ooouu!
That's just for my flesh
Really lil 'shawty a mess
I can do better
I deserve best
Attesting the bull they putting in air
I'm putting gas in the air
They putting air in the air
You can tell it's mine
Got the whole block smelling mine
She running her mouth to her friend
Shut the fuck up!
Bitch stop telling mine!
Making my business televised
Your convo need to be sterilized
Hit the city on haters in foreigns
Hang out the roof on they girl
Beep my horn
She give me the digits
I toot her horn
Why the hell you cheating on 'yo man girl?
Um
He boring!
That 'aint no excuse for you to get loose
That's why I'm like
I don't 'wanna hang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna slang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna hang with them broads no 'mo
They 'aint right
And I don't 'wanna bang on them broads no 'mo
If they 'aint right
I don't 'wanna hang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna slang with them guys no 'mo
They 'aint right
I don't 'wanna hang with them broads no 'mo
They 'aint right
And I don't 'wanna bang on them broads no 'mo
If they 'aint right
No!
No!
'Naw!
Writer(s): Clarence Davenport
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