The Way It Goes-Young Gunz

The Way It Goes - Young Gunz Honestly, my favorite type of gear A scrunchie for a hair, LaPerle underwear Bang her from the rear Baby girl don't care who there All I know she don't care who here That's what I love about her Make the thugs bring the love up out em She know you comin', she gon stop and get the nut up out em They learn enough about 'em They get enough up out 'em Just like a ni**a that soon she f**k give a f**k about em That's my type, baby No disrespect to tha bourgeois and too polite ladies I'll do tha wife, maybe Maybe later when a player in his thirties Man I can't afford these young'ns tryna play a ni**a dirty Have me up all night talkin' bout I can't sleep Too hurt to eat, baby girl neva see, that be he Not me I'm way a better cheat You know me better, be We just f**k em and duck em and leave em.. [Chorus:Repeat x2] All night can't sleep too hurt to eat That's the way it goes That's the way it goes See all my life I've been the type to keep a lil b**ch Fresh in the mornin' put it on me , cook a lil grits She like to touch my lips Yea I like to touch her hips Then we get it poppin' when a player get enough to split Back to that block where I be I'm on her mind though I wanna call her and ball her I'm on my grind though She wanna ride on the love train But love man, ain't what I'm here for That's not what I care for I'm in and out when I wanna Don't wanna one-a We could kick it in the winter But I'm cool in the summer I rather go through my act With them packie packies on her lap We on the corner, ni**a heavy and he packin' stacks Quality time, you outta ya mind You steppin' over ya line I know that you fine, girl But all I do is f**k em and duck em Pops told me don't trust em Every night is another one Pooda got em up [Chorus:Repeat x2] Baby girl, don't act foolish when you know that you know betta I keep you fine 'cause you a dime but you gets no cheddar Its hard to show feelings when you know you ain't got none I ain't the type of brother that'll bail soon as ya drop one I'm in the crib yea soon as tha block done I lay pipe all night so let tha bed bugs bite She grippin' the sheets tight I came when she came twice Oh you got the right one We sex till the sun come Good thing I brought a box of them Magnums Or nine months later she pop out wit a bad one And everything change that a chicken be naggin' Listening to her girlfriends, now she want more ends Taking out my Benz, scraping up my rims Every other weekend she out, girlfriend be clubbin' Went from somethin' to nothin' now she huffin' and puffin' Cause a ni**a be frontin' and I got her up [Chorus:Repeat x2]