Hot Revolver
Young Mullah Baby
Hmm, Young Mullah Baby
Uh, She's askin
do you have the time,
to listen to me whine?
She's askin
who's on the other line?
You diss me everytime
I tell her
baby i'm a star
Shit
I'm above a stars
and now
I done got so high
I done forgotten
who you are (are, are)
Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa, uh huh
Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa, uh huh
Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa, uh huh
Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa
I tell her
I'm in love with you
But I cant be with you
Tomorrow Ill be back up on the first flight
right up out of town
Uh
Hop back in my Spaceship
Girl I gotta drop your ass off
(eh eh e-eehh)
Cause I just come to take it
Then you know I gotta take off
(eh eh e-eehh)
But Imma be here next week
So call your company
And take off
Uh uh uh ooh whoa whoa
owheeey
Uh uh uh ooh whoa whoa
owheeey
And she say "Wayne, you ain't shit
you got me all impatient"
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscious
while I say aloud
Boy you got a problem
(a problem)
and you ain't foolin no one
but yourself
(and you you ain't foolin no one)
Your like a hot revolver
(a hot revolver)
But you ain't killin no one
but yourself
And Tunechi's gonna
find someone to love
And you gon' yourself
so all alone
One minute she love me
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes of my time
She done wasted
She say she
pray she have Weezy F.'s baby
And I be having seizures
But she said she can't shake me
And my homie said she
Cuter than my other bitches
And everytime I'm in that pussy
It feel custom fitted
I swear I like her more
than she think I do
Girl, when I think of you
My dick just start to jumpin'
Like a fucking kangaroo
I suck and fuck and finger you
But you want me to cling to you
And I ain't asking you to change
Cuz I know I can't jingle you
I got my ways
And you have your days
And we gave it our best shot
But I just got grazed
I'm sorry
Uh
Boy you got a problem
(a problem)
And you ain't foolin no one
but yourself
(and you ain't foolin no one)
Your like a hot revolver
(a hot revolver)
But you ain't killin no one
but yourself
And Tunechi's gonna
find someone to love
And you gon' yourself
so all alone
Hmm, Young Mullah Baby
Uh, She's askin
do you have the time,
to listen to me whine?
She's askin
who's on the other line?
You diss me everytime
I tell her
baby i'm a star
Shit
I'm above a stars
and now
I done got so high
I done forgotten
who you are (are, are)
Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa, uh huh
Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa, uh huh
Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa, uh huh
Uh uh, oh whoa oh whoa
I tell her
I'm in love with you
But I cant be with you
Tomorrow Ill be back up on the first flight
right up out of town
Uh
Hop back in my Spaceship
Girl I gotta drop your ass off
(eh eh e-eehh)
Cause I just come to take it
Then you know I gotta take off
(eh eh e-eehh)
But Imma be here next week
So call your company
And take off
Uh uh uh ooh whoa whoa
owheeey
Uh uh uh ooh whoa whoa
owheeey
And she say "Wayne, you ain't shit
you got me all impatient"
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscious
while I say aloud
Boy you got a problem
(a problem)
and you ain't foolin no one
but yourself
(and you you ain't foolin no one)
Your like a hot revolver
(a hot revolver)
But you ain't killin no one
but yourself
And Tunechi's gonna
find someone to love
And you gon' yourself
so all alone
One minute she love me
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes of my time
She done wasted
She say she
pray she have Weezy F.'s baby
And I be having seizures
But she said she can't shake me
And my homie said she
Cuter than my other bitches
And everytime I'm in that pussy
It feel custom fitted
I swear I like her more
than she think I do
Girl, when I think of you
My dick just start to jumpin'
Like a fucking kangaroo
I suck and fuck and finger you
But you want me to cling to you
And I ain't asking you to change
Cuz I know I can't jingle you
I got my ways
And you have your days
And we gave it our best shot
But I just got grazed
I'm sorry
Uh
Boy you got a problem
(a problem)
And you ain't foolin no one
but yourself
(and you ain't foolin no one)
Your like a hot revolver
(a hot revolver)
But you ain't killin no one
but yourself
And Tunechi's gonna
find someone to love
And you gon' yourself
so all alone
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Frank E. Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Pritchard, Jermaine Anthony Preyan
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