Be Gone (feat. Big Tymers) by Juvenile

 
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Be Gone (feat. Big Tymers) Lyrics

Feat. Big Tymers

[Chorus 3x] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'
[Mannie Fresh]
He told me number three was cheap
Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakin'
Checkin' in motels every other weekend
Say brah I can't picture lil' one eatin'
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Feat. Big Tymers

[Chorus 3x] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'
[Mannie Fresh]
He told me number three was cheap
Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakin'
Checkin' in motels every other weekend
Say brah I can't picture lil' one eatin'
Boy you ain't know fo' sho' she creepin'
While she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings
Meeting Kitty wit her mouth
That's what yo' chick 'bout
Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out
Sometimes I be likin' when seenin' chicks dykin'
Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling, and fightin'
Hair everywhere, sratchin' and bitin'
Pass me my asthma pump again man, this shit exciting
I be like,
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