MySpace (Radio Edit)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know how I play
Been peeped how you been peeping me I'll drop it off late
She up early in the morning whipping up some hot cakes
I know you wanna layout but I just want MySpace
Once I get my top ate just get out of my face
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
Please get out my face (Woah)
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
She thought she would sit me down
She don't know how I switch my women out
Ain't seen your boy in a while
BET they tryin' to see how I'm living now
Your girl feel the pimpin dog
She trippin out when I whipped it out
She always ran from the (woah)
So now days I give her the runaround
We not goin around town, just pound town I'm not messing round
These haters got my name in they mouth, I got they shorty on the low he dunn dunn it now
Same ones that be talking down act like they love me when I come around
B**** you not my round, I don't fuck wit you clowns
Get out my face like I say in the song
You know how I play
Been peeped how you been peeping me I'll drop it off late
She up early in the morning whipping up some hot cakes
I know you wanna layout but I just want MySpace
Once I get my top ate just get out of my face
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
Please get out my face (Woah)
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
I play with too much bread with these birds
Man the doctor did a x-ray said she on my last nerve
I forgive her cause her stamps coming in on the 3rd
Brain so good she sucked me back into it imma never learn
She seeing what I earn now she fiending for your turn
It's some suckas that owe me bout to turn me to big perm
Big snake big I don't give a damn
Wouldn't care you had no arms imma need my cash on hand, man
Who is this textin my phone
Please get out my face
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
I don't know you I don't want to, I don't mess with you haters
You can hand me a baton I still wouldn't run with you haters
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
You know how I play
Been peeped how you been peeping me I'll drop it off late
She up early in the morning whipping up some hot cakes
I know you wanna layout but I just want MySpace
Once I get my top ate just get out of my face
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
Please get out my face (Woah)
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know how I play
Been peeped how you been peeping me I'll drop it off late
She up early in the morning whipping up some hot cakes
I know you wanna layout but I just want MySpace
Once I get my top ate just get out of my face
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
Please get out my face (Woah)
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
She thought she would sit me down
She don't know how I switch my women out
Ain't seen your boy in a while
BET they tryin' to see how I'm living now
Your girl feel the pimpin dog
She trippin out when I whipped it out
She always ran from the (woah)
So now days I give her the runaround
We not goin around town, just pound town I'm not messing round
These haters got my name in they mouth, I got they shorty on the low he dunn dunn it now
Same ones that be talking down act like they love me when I come around
B**** you not my round, I don't fuck wit you clowns
Get out my face like I say in the song
You know how I play
Been peeped how you been peeping me I'll drop it off late
She up early in the morning whipping up some hot cakes
I know you wanna layout but I just want MySpace
Once I get my top ate just get out of my face
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
Please get out my face (Woah)
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
I play with too much bread with these birds
Man the doctor did a x-ray said she on my last nerve
I forgive her cause her stamps coming in on the 3rd
Brain so good she sucked me back into it imma never learn
She seeing what I earn now she fiending for your turn
It's some suckas that owe me bout to turn me to big perm
Big snake big I don't give a damn
Wouldn't care you had no arms imma need my cash on hand, man
Who is this textin my phone
Please get out my face
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
I don't know you I don't want to, I don't mess with you haters
You can hand me a baton I still wouldn't run with you haters
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
You know how I play
Been peeped how you been peeping me I'll drop it off late
She up early in the morning whipping up some hot cakes
I know you wanna layout but I just want MySpace
Once I get my top ate just get out of my face
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
Please get out my face (Woah)
Please get out my face (Yeah Yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Marshall Bradley Iii
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