Song Description
A woman telling a man that she doesn't want a player, saying she's not interested. Calling him immature.
Song Length |
3:24 |
Genre |
R & B - Soul, R & B - General |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Annoyed, Cross |
Subject |
Frustration, Dysfunctional Relations |
Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Baby can I talk to you for a minute
I know you only trying to get in where you fit in
But I really gotta kick it
And what I'm kickin you need to listen
Gotta let you know
See I don't understand ya
Say you got a lot of plans for us
But you still got something for those clucks
Short attention span, see how you lost my trust
Baby we grown
Whether you act it or don't
You might be accident prone
So please stay out of my zone
Be gone with all that mess
See baby what would yo uwant me to do
If you were me and I was you
Take a chance let you romance me
But I know what I'm getting with I heard you, you's a pimp
And I'm supposed to accept that
No no baby I can't
You gotta put it down for me
Before I put you down on me
You thought that flashing our little bit of cheese
Could really get a girl like me
You thought that I was like every chickenhead on the street
Turn they head when they hear your beats no
You thought that flashing our little bit of cheese
Could really get a girl like me
You thought that I was like every chickenhead on the street
Turn they head when they hear your beats no
Oh no
Baby we grown
Whether you act it or don't
You might be accident prone
So please stay out of my zone
Be gone with all that mess