Lyrics

Friday night, you and your boys went out to eat Then they hung out But you came home around three Yes, you did If six of y'all went out Then four of you were really cheap 'Cause only two of you had dinner I found your credit card receipt It's not right, but it's okay I'm gonna make it anyway Pack your bags up and leave Don't you dare come running back to me Running back to me I'm packing bags, so you can leave town for a week Yes, I am The phone rings, and then you look at me Why'd you turn and look at me? You said it was one of your friends Down on 54th Street, boy So why did 213 Show up on your Caller I.D.? It's not right, but it's okay I'm gonna make it anyway Pack your bags up and leave Don't you dare come running back It's not right, but it's okay I'm gonna make it anyway Pack your bags up and leave Don't you dare come running back to me Running back to me It's not right
Writer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Lashawn Ameen Daniels, Toni J. Estes, Isaak J. Phillips, Phillip Kayode Moses, Fred Jerkins Iii, Joshua Pyle, Ikuforjii Olaitan Abdulrahman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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