Hot Revolver

Young Mullah Baby, Young Mullah Baby

She sayin', "do you have the time
To listen to me whine?"
She askin', "who's on the other line?"
You diss me everytime
I tell her, baby I'm a star
Shit, I'm above the stars
And now, I done got so high
I did forgotten who you are

I'm in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight
Right up out of town

Hop back in my spaceship
Girl, I gotta drop your ass off
Cause I just come to take it
Then you know I gotta take off
But I'mma be here next week
So call your company and take off
Cause she say "Wayne you ain't shit,
You got me all impatient"
Cry me a river,
I can hear my conscience while I sail off

Boy you got a problem
And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself
You're like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one but yourself
And so she's gone to party town, on her own
And you go by 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 say she can't shake me
And my homies say she's cuter than my other bitches
And every time I'm in that pussy it feel custom-fitted
I say 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
Cause 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.

Boy you got a problem
And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself
You're like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one but yourself
And so she's gone to party town, on her own
And you go by yourself, so all alone



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Frank E. Iii Wright, Dwayne Carter, Billie Joe Armstrong, Marcello Valenzano, Mike Pritchard, Andre Christopher Lyon, Jermaine Anthony Preyan
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