Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anytime, artist - Sean Garrett. Date of issue: 09.09.2013
Song language: English
Anytime |
| Seen you last night |
| At the club, for the first time |
| In about a year, damn, girl I |
| The look on your face |
| Didn’t say that |
| Things were going the way |
| That you planned |
| When I saw you for the last time (x2) |
| Hook: |
| Know sometimes you wish that you was with me (Ah) |
| If we had a baby, what it would be (Ah) |
| Is your bank account, empty (Ah) |
| You can call me babe, anytime |
| Ain’t gone lie (Ain't gone lie) |
| You ran up and your sexy |
| You start talking (talking) |
| Saying shit ain’t straight with him |
| You bring it up (saying) |
| You miss the way it used to be |
| Ain’t gone lie, but I moved on so far from here |
| You asking me (honestly) |
| I ain’t got no answer |
| Is it true? |
| That I’m blamed for that |
| I ain’t got no answer |
| If I told you |
| All my set backs |
| All the shit I went through |
| I just buried my momma |
| Two months after I caught you |
| Hey, You heard I got that check |
| Hey, and I ain’t trying to look back |
| I hope that maybe you chose |
| To take a damn good care |
| I ain’t wish you no better |
| But that ain’t none of my business, no |
| Hook (x2) |
| I know that you wish that you had a young nigga like me |
| I know that you sad |
| I know you praying the Lord for a nigga like me |
| You missing the shopping sprees |
| You missing the diamonds all in your rings |
| I pull up in Jags and Rovers and Bentleys |
| I know that you miss the front seat |
| Your bitches, they asking about me |
| Wanna know what a young nigga do |
| Cause the see my girl in that red dress, |
| And they say that could be you, in it |
| Everytime they see Quavo, they say that boy pursue |
| (Like a real) Just look at yourself in the mirror |
| I know you wish I was there |
| That Porshe, Panamera, you know that car was your favorite |
| My momma she told me you crazy |
| I know you hate that I made it |
| So many chains, look like slavery |
| I hope I make you go crazy |
| Throw a hundred dollars for your step-baby |
| You can have that old ass Mercedes |
| Hook (x2) |
| God damn, back then |
| Your momma, she wasn’t fucking with me |
| Taking a trip out the city, go quick on that Brittney |
| She thicker than Jiffy |
| The Louis, the Gucci, the Prada, the Fendi |
| Versace, and Givenchy |
| Know lil' mamma gone miss me |
| I was the Santa on Christmas |
| She talking about having my baby |
| But told me stop whipping them babies |
| I told her you crazy |
| When you see me pulling up in that drop top |
| I made it |
| She calling my phone, she come in my home |
| Knock on that booty, I’m gone |
| Met a bitch, said her name Nia Long |
| Smoking that good, ching chong |
| Came a long way, neighborhood star |
| And I’m on the top of Worldstar |
| Back then, nigga, looking at a star |
| Now a nigga shine with the stars |
| Red bottom got blood on the floor |
| Metta World Peace, got that elbow |
| She won’t stop calling my phone |
| She hear me everyday on the radio |
| Hook (x2) |