Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleepless in New Orleans, artist - Curren$y. Album song Jet Files, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
Sleepless in New Orleans |
More bullshit, here we go again |
Anonymous tips, and false love from ya friends |
Said they saw my car around that one bitch crib again |
When will you ever learn? |
Them hoes is miserable |
They know what we be doin' |
They know where we be goin' |
They wish it was them instead of you I’m diggin' on |
With all this trippin' you just gonna make it easy for 'em |
I’m just sayin' mama, quit playin' mama |
Walk in the house and shorty go the long face |
Oh shit, whatcha home girl say? |
I guess I was the topic at the beauty shop today |
You let them heffers tell it; |
I’m constantly on dates |
And for the most part I’m in the studio droppin' my tapes |
I invite you to sessions you don’t be wantin' to stay |
Til four and five in the mornin' |
You worryin' bout me tourin' |
And layin' up with these bitches |
I wonder if a rapper-relationsship really fitcha |
Cos basically |
You be takin me |
Outta my zone |
Tryina test my patience or drive em crazy ringin' my phone |
I answer it, you listenin' for background noise |
All CSI tryna detect female voice |
And that’s so uncomfortable |
You used to be my down-ass chick what did you turn into |
I’m tryna have it all Cliffe and Clair Huxtable |
I’m almost to the point where I’m fed up with you |
I’m just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama |
Whatchu mean 'what I’m packin' for'? |
I’mma give you minute, you’ve been actin' up |
Grab me some boxes, a couple Air Maxes and stuff |
XBox and games on the passenger seat of my truck |
Bring it by my other crib where my little brother live |
Clear my head, be back in a couple days |
Few different tangled biddies, pretty skinnies in my bed |
But they only get my dick, not my heart B |
If you ain’t the one you the proto-type, word to André |
See them as freaks and I see you as my fiancé |
I don’t ever bring that bullshit round home base |
I keep G, gimme that, I mean come one B |
And even you said it |
No other nigga can hit it like I did it |
And no other will ever get a chance to get it |
I’m tryna have it all Barack and Michelle |
If you ridin' then I’ll be back when it ain’t hard for me to tell |
I’m just sayin' mama, stop playin' mama |