Where She Go
Pour that drank in my cup
Yah aye aye yah
Got that drank in my cup
Aye
Tell me where she go
Aye
Tell me where she go-oo-ooh
(Where she go where she go)
Tell me where where where she go
Tell me where she go-oo-ooh
(Where she go where she go)
Sun goes down and it's dark at night
And my heart hurts I can't even lie
The way you turned your back on me
Not even check on me
How you gone hate on me
You didn't wait in me
Now I get money
The only thing that's gone love me
Got it up out the mud
I done seen so much dirty
Don't know what else to believe
Nothing else that could hurt me
Hand to get my hands dirty
Emotions up on my sleeves
Keyboard and a drum
Got it tatted on my arm
Put my pulse in the beat
Now my heart won't beat
But you gone hear it anyway
Bass dumping 808
Kobe Bryant fadeaway
I hope I don't fadeaway
I just wanna hear your voice
When you speak
But lately you been talking down on me
I hear the streets talking
I try not to listen
Unless they mention
Where she go
Tell me where she go-oo-ooh
Tell me where where where she go
Tell me where she go-oo-ooh
Down from the high yeah
I try to listen
I get tired of rolling
I get tired of drinking
I been on them things that I won't mention
Cause I can't get you out my
Mind
Can't get you out my mind
Tell me where where where she go
Tell me where she go
Down from the high yeah
I try to listen
I get tired of rolling
I get tired of dranking
I been on them things that I won't mention
Cause I can't get you out my
Mind
Yah aye aye yah
Got that drank in my cup
Aye
Tell me where she go
Aye
Tell me where she go-oo-ooh
(Where she go where she go)
Tell me where where where she go
Tell me where she go-oo-ooh
(Where she go where she go)
Sun goes down and it's dark at night
And my heart hurts I can't even lie
The way you turned your back on me
Not even check on me
How you gone hate on me
You didn't wait in me
Now I get money
The only thing that's gone love me
Got it up out the mud
I done seen so much dirty
Don't know what else to believe
Nothing else that could hurt me
Hand to get my hands dirty
Emotions up on my sleeves
Keyboard and a drum
Got it tatted on my arm
Put my pulse in the beat
Now my heart won't beat
But you gone hear it anyway
Bass dumping 808
Kobe Bryant fadeaway
I hope I don't fadeaway
I just wanna hear your voice
When you speak
But lately you been talking down on me
I hear the streets talking
I try not to listen
Unless they mention
Where she go
Tell me where she go-oo-ooh
Tell me where where where she go
Tell me where she go-oo-ooh
Down from the high yeah
I try to listen
I get tired of rolling
I get tired of drinking
I been on them things that I won't mention
Cause I can't get you out my
Mind
Can't get you out my mind
Tell me where where where she go
Tell me where she go
Down from the high yeah
I try to listen
I get tired of rolling
I get tired of dranking
I been on them things that I won't mention
Cause I can't get you out my
Mind
Credits
Writer(s): Marvin West
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