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Chorus:
Aint no tellin where i might be
i got places to go, and people to see
aint no tellin where i end up
i got shows to rock and hoes to fk
aint no tellin where i might go
coast to coast or just next door
but..i gots to go.
verse:
roll up on the tour bus, smokin a blunt
then heard a duh duh duh duh
what chya baby mama want?
nothin but good fkin, d*ck suckin, train runnin
she l*ckin on my nuts, c*cked to her ear
she hear me cummin
watchin me go, she sw*llowed cum, you kissed the hoe
tongue and lip ooh! man you really l*ckin my ball
"heard you fked my baby mama last night?"
"nigg*, no." but she did bring me no seeds, sticks oh
im lyin when come over cot lyin in her draws
nigg* all off in her draws, and thats your baby mother
if it makes u feel better shes a good d*ck succkkker.
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verse 2:
my job takes me outta town, all expense paid
wakin up with a hangover two thousand miles away
its seems easy..weed, women, and wine
four hours of sleep is all u get
now its time to tally hoe to the show
"ayy yo yo let it go"
bust through the door, rockin dro and grab a hoe
and get back in the van with some t*ts in hand
let her meet ur new friend who's willing to spend
the whole night, another flight, another gig, another city
touchin on somebodys baby mama's t*ts
in the lobby, wonderin where their women are
third floor having a lesbian b*tch seminar
cant get attached, i have a plane to catch
i wish i coulda hit that, but ill be back
"yo aint no tellin where im gonna be at, but you know..i gotta go"
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verse 3:
yeaa its the game of the chili circuit
i might tendin in it
im paperchasin and rappin but it aint no symonym
my money aint a game so i aint worried bout winnin it
im worried about makin it, stackin it and spendin it
aint no pretending it dont make no world move
same way u cant pretend my s**t dont make ur girl groove
see god work in mysterious ways, but i dont
and the devil will make a deal wit yo ass, but i wont
now you can have the cleanest paint job on ur truck
6 TVs, wood with leather seats stitched and tucked
the biggest chrome rims playa i dont give a fk
if i holla at ur b*tch, guarenteed she gettin fked
you can yell and you can scream, and you can fuss and u can fight
like its the worst night of your life
to me its just another night
i aint carin bout ur drama, or breakin up ur home
you just a joke for the crew and material for a song mayne
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