Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Way It Goes, artist - Young Gunz. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
The Way It Goes |
| G — I — F — I |
| Get In Where You Fit In, baby |
| You know, roll wit ya boyz |
| Gunnaz! |
| (Young Chris) |
| Honestly, my favorite type of gear |
| A scrunchie for a hair, LaPerle underwear |
| Bang her from the rear |
| Baby girl dont care who there |
| All i know she dont care who here |
| Thats what i love about her |
| Make the thugs bring the love up out em |
| She know you comin, she gon stop and get the nut up out em |
| They learn enough about 'em |
| They get enough up out 'em |
| Just like a nigga that soon she f**k give a f**k about em |
| Thats my type, baby |
| No disrespect to tha bourgeois and too polite ladies |
| I’ll do tha wife, maybe |
| Maybe later when a player in his thirties |
| Man i can’t afford these young’ns tryna play a nigga dirty |
| Have me up all night talkin bout i can’t sleep |
| Too hurt to eat, baby girl neva see, that be he |
| Not me i’m way a better cheat |
| You know me better, b |
| We just f**k em and duck em and leave em. |
| All night can’t sleep too hurt to eat |
| Thats the way it goes |
| Thats the way it goes |
| (Pooda Brown) |
| See all my life i’ve been the type to keep a lil bitch |
| Fresh in the mornin put it on me, cook a lil grits |
| She like to touch my lips |
| Yea i like to touch her hips |
| Then we get it poppin when a player get enough to split |
| Back to that block where i be |
| I’m on her mind though |
| I wanna call her and ball her i’m on my grind though |
| She wanna ride on the love train |
| But love man, ain’t what i’m here for |
| Thats not what i care for |
| I’m in and out when i wanna |
| Dont wanna one-a |
| We could kick it in the winter |
| But i’m cool in the summer |
| I rather go through my act |
| With them packie packies on her lap |
| We on the corner, nigga heavy and he packin stacks |
| Quality time, you outta ya mind |
| You steppin over ya line |
| I know that you fine, girl |
| But all i do is f**k em and duck em |
| Pops told me dont trust em |
| Every night is another one |
| Pooda got em up… |
| (Neef) |
| Baby girl, dont act foolish when you know that you know betta |
| I keep you fine 'cause you a dime but you gets no cheddar |
| Its hard to show feelings when you know you ain’t got none |
| I ain’t the type of brother that’ll bail soon as ya drop one |
| I’m in the crib yea soon as tha block done |
| I lay pipe all night so let tha bed bugs bite |
| She grippin the sheets tight |
| I came when she came twice |
| Oh you got the right one |
| We sex till the sun come |
| Good thing i brought a box of them Magnums |
| Or nine months later she pop out wit a bad one |
| And everything change that a chicken be naggin |
| Listening to her girlfriends, now she want more ends |
| Taking out my benz, scraping up my rims |
| Every other weekend she out, girlfriend be clubbin |
| Went from somethin to nothin now she huffin and puffin |
| 'cause a nigga be frontin and i got her up… |
| Fade to end… |