Young Gunz - The Way It Goes lyrics

[Young Chris:] G-I-F-I Get In where you Fit In You know Roll with ya boys Gunz..! [Young Chris:] Honestly, my favorite type of gear A schrunchie for her hair and LaPerle under wears Bang her from the rear, baby girl don't care who there Loud notes, she don't care who hear That's what I love about em, make the thugs bring the love up out him She know you cumin, she gone stop and get the nut up out him They learn enough about em, and get enough about him Just like a n***a soon as she f** him, give a f** about him That's my type baby No disrespect to the bourgeois and too polite ladies Ill do the wife maybe Maybe later when a player in his thirties Man I can't afford these little youngn's, try to play a n***a dirty Had me up all night, talking bout I can't sleep Too hurt to eat, baby girl never see That be he, not me I'm way a better G You know me better, B We just f** em and duck em and leave em [Chorus:] All night, can't sleep Too hurt to eat Thats the way it goes Thats the way it goes And now I got her up all night, can't sleep Too hurt to eat Thats the way it goes Thats the way it goes [Puda:] See all my life i've been the type to keep a little b**h Fresh in the mornin, put it on me, cook a lil grits She like to touch my lips, Yeah I like to touch her hips Then we get it poppin, when a player get enough, he 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 Thats not what I care for I'm in and out when I wanna, don't want to want her We could kick it in the winter, but I'm cool in the summer I rather go through my act with them panky-panky's on her lap We on the corner, n***a heavy and he bettin stacks Quality time, you outta ya mind You steppin over ya line, I know that you fine But all I do is f** em and duck em Pops told me don't trust em Every night, there's another one Puda got em up... [Chorus] [Young Neef:] Baby girl, dont 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 aint got none I aint the type of brother that'll bail soon as ya drop one I'ma in the crib yea soon as tha block done I lay pipe all night, so let the bed bugs bite She grippin the sheets tight I came once, she came twice Oh you got the right one We s** till the sun come Good thing I grabbed a box of them Magnums Or 9 months later, she pop out wit a bad one And everything changed, now the chicken be naggin Listening to her girlfriends Now she wantin more ends Taking out my benz, scrapin up my rims Every other weekend she out, girlfriend be clubbin Went from somethin to nothin now she huffin and puffin Cause a n***a be frontin And I got her up... [Chorus]