Gots To Go

Artist：david banner
Songs Title：gots to go
Aint no tellin where I might be
I got places to go and people to see
Aint no tellin where Ill end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
Aint no tellin where I might go
Coast to Coast or just next do （door）
But, I gots to go, I gots to go
Eh, eh , （I gots to go） eh （go）, eh, eh, eh （gotta go）
Roll up on that tour bus, smokin a blunt
Then heard a （dunn dunn dunn dunn dunn!） what yo baby momma want?
Nothin but good fuckin dick suckin train runnin
She lickin on my nuts, talk to her if she hear me comin
Watchin me go
She swallowed cum, you kissed a hoe
Tongue and lip, all
Man you really lickin my balls
Heard you for my baby momma last night nigga, nah
But she did bring weed, no seeds, sticks all
Im lyin when she come over, cock lyin in her jaw
Niggaz all up in her drawers
And thats yo baby mother
If it makes you feel better, shes a good dick sucker （sucker）
Aint no tellin where I might be
I got places to go and people to see
Aint no tellin where Ill end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
Aint no tellin where I might go
Coast to Coast or just next do （door）
But, I gots to go, I gots to go
Eh, eh, （I gots to go） eh （go）, eh, eh, eh （gotta go）
My Job takes me out of town on all-expense paid
Wakin up with a hangover 2,000 miles away
It seems easy: weed, women, and wine
Four hours of sleep is all you get - now its time
To tally hoe to the show, a yo, yo let it go
Bust through the do （door ）, rag & flow and grab my hoe
And get back in the van with some titties in hand
Let her meet ya new friend, whos willing to spend
The whole night? Another flight another gig another city
Touchin on somebodys baby mommas titties
Niggaz in the lobby wonderin where their women are
Third floor havin a ＂Lets Become a Bitch Seminar＂
Cant get attached, I got a plane to catch
I wish I could a hit that but Ill be back
Yo, （huh） aint no tellin where Im a be at
But you know, out the do （door） uh huh
Aint no tellin where I might be
I got places to go and people to see
Aint no tellin where Ill end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
Aint no tellin where I might go
Coast to Coast or just next do （door）
But, I gots to go, I gots to go
Eh, eh, （I gots to go） eh （go）, eh, eh, eh （gotta go ）
Yeeah, man this the king of the chillin circuit, Im aight, ten in it
Im paper chasin and rap hustlin it aint no synonym
My money aint a game so I aint worried bout winnin it
Im worried bout makin it, stackin it and spendin it （and spendin it）
Aint no pretendin it dont make the world move
Same way you cant pretend my shit dont make yo girl groove
See, God work in myterious ways but I dont （dont）
And the devil will make a deal wit yo ass but I wont （wont）
Now you can have the cleanest paint job on ya trucks
Six T.V.s, wood wit leather seats, stitched and tucked
The biggest chrome rims, playa, I dont give a fuck
If I holla at yo bitch, guarantee she gettin buck
You can yell and you can scream and you can fuss and you can fight
Like its the worst night in yo life, to me its just another night
I aint carin bout ya drama （uh uh）, or breakin up ya home
You just a joke for the crew and material for a song, main
Aint no tellin where I might be
I got places to go and people to see
Aint no tellin where Ill end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
Aint no tellin where I might go
Coast to Coast or just next do （door）
But, I gots to go, I gots to go
Eh, eh, （I gots to go） eh （go）, eh, eh, eh （gotta go）