David Banner - Gots To Go Lyrics

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Ain't no tellin' where I might be

I got places to go and people to see

Ain't no tellin' where I end up

I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck

Ain't no tellin' where I might go

Coast to coast or just next door but I gots to go

Roll up on the tour bus smokin' a blunt

Then heard a duh duh duh duh what cha baby mama want?

Nothin' but good fuckin' dick suckin' train runnin'

She lickin' on my nuts cocked to her ear she hear me cummin'

Watchin' me go she swallowed cum you kissed the hoe

Tongue and lip oh man you really lickin' my ball

Heard you fucked my baby mama last night nigga no

But she did bring me no seeds sticks oh

I'm lyin' when come over cot lyin' in her draws

Nigga all off in her draws and that's your baby mother

If it makes you feel better

She's a good dick sucker

Ain't no tellin' where I might be

I got places to go and people to see

Ain't no tellin' where I end up

I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck

Ain't no tellin' where I might go

Coast to coast or just next door but I got to go

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My job takes me outta town all expense paid

Wakin' up with a hangover two thousand miles away

Is seems easy weed women and wine

Four hours of sleep is all you get now it's time

To tally hoe to the show aiyyo yo let it go

Bust through the door rockin' dro and grab a hoe

And get back in the van with some titties in hand

Let her meet your new friend who's willing to spend

The whole night another flight another gig another city

Touchin' on somebody's baby mama's titties

Niggas in the lobby wonderin' where their women are

Third floor having a lesbian bitch seminar

Can't get attached I got a plane to catch

I wish I coulda hit that but I'll be back

Yo ain't no tellin' where I'm gonna be at

But you know I gotta go

Ain't no tellin' where I might be

I got places to go and people to see

Ain't no tellin' where I end up

I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck

Ain't no tellin' where I might go

Coast to coast or just next door but I gots to go

Yeah it's the game of the chili circuit I might tendin' in it

I'm paper chasin' and rappin' but it ain't no synonym

My money ain't a game so I ain't worried 'bout winnin' it

I'm worried about makin' it stackin' it and spendin' it

Ain't no pretending it dont make no world move

Same way you can't pretend my shit don't make your girl groove

See God work in mysterious ways but I don't

And the devil will make a deal wit yo ass but I won't

Now you can have the cleanest paint job on your truck

Six TVs wood with leather seats stitched and tucked

The biggest chrome rims playa I dont give a fuck

If I holla at your bitch guaranteed she gettin' fucked

You can yell and you can scream and you can fuss and you can fight

Like it's the worst night of your life to me it's just another night

I aint carin' 'bout your drama or breakin' up your home

You just a joke for the crew and material for a song Mayne

Ain't no tellin' where I might be

I got places to go and people to see

Ain't no tellin' where I end up

I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck

Ain't no tellin' where I might go

Coast to coast or just next door but I gots to go

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