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Gots to Go

This song is by David Banner and appears on the album MTA2: Baptized in Dirty Water (2003).

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 chya 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 ooh! 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 succkkker.

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 you get
Now its time to tally hoe to the show
"Ay yo 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 ur new friend who's willing to spend
The whole night, another flight, another gig, another city
Touchin on somebodys 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 have 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"

Yeaa it's the game of the chili circuit
I might tendin in it
I'm paperchasin and rappin' but it ain't no symonym
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 don't make no world move
Same way you can't pretend my shit don't make ur 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 ur truck
6 TVs, wood with leather seats stitched and tucked
The biggest chrome rims playa I don't give a fuck
If I holla at ur 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 its just another night
I ain't 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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