Testi Spend The Night - Layzie Bone, Baby Bash

Spend The Night

She paid me fake\nA big mistake\nI had to move on\nNaw baby, ain’t no next time, no guarantees, second chance\nYou playin' when it comes to them pants, and I’m a grown man\nYou sayin' you dishonest\nWhen you started our relationship\nMaybe you was groupied out\nAll up in my face and shit\nTalkin' about my spaceship\nBraggin' on your cudda\nGrabbin' on my jewelery from Joshua to Jeweler\nMaybach make you say that\nYou 'bout to get the payback\nThis is real, in living color, bitch, homey, don’t play that\nTootles to you, poodles\nThat’s how Layzie gon' do ya\nShould’ve left you on the side of the curve, to eat doo-doo\nLater for you, boo-boo\nNo stuntin' for your future\nAnd if I ever see you again, I see through ya\nBooyahkah, booyahkah\nGames is for sissies\nWe put this on the table, tell all the lames, «Miss me?»\nAnd you gon' miss me\nCause a nigga filthy\nRICH, BITCH, spend the night, house empty\nRepeat Chorus\nChale, tamale, now you ain’t never gettin' a long stroke\nYou playin' hands, girl, I’m fuckin' with the grown folks\nI keep my business on the low-low, fa' sho, though\nYou just a Wild Thing, old school Tone Loc’s\nSo now you tardy to the party, and you wanna beg\nCause you heard about ya boy and it’s early\nYou want it deep so you could scream, «Baby, baby, hurt me»\nBut hell naw, your nutty crazy ass don’t deserve me\nYou out of time, out of line, out of damn touch\nYou know I’m (???) on the top notch, pretty much\nYou know it’s nada to a boss with sauce\nRegulate, candy paint with gloss\nNow you can keep that, nana, little mama, I don’t need that\nI got another eight, one with a phat, weed sack\nAnd she already on her way over\nSayonara, adios, nice to know ya\nRepeat Chorus\nIt’s too late for «What's up,» little baby girl was stuck up\nDidn’t recognize the Lay when I praise, I had no luck\nOh well, I’m a soldier\nMe and Baby Bash rolled up\nTo the ball\nFor I buy the whole thang and get tow up\nPost up and toast up\nHold 'em high for the vultures\nLike desert heat, they quickly get thirsty and come approach us\nWe ain’t no super soakers, what you thank, we jokers\nLook at my face\nI’m lookin' so serious like playing poker\nShortcut with a swoll butt, almost had me out of my hook up\nI was just about to pour her a drink, until I looked up\nHold up, ain’t you the one that wouldn’t speak to me\nNow you wanna drink with me\nOh, you wanna creep with me\nCome be a freak with me\nSmall chances\nI liked it when she put out her glass and start dancin'\nThis girl fancy, but I’m Bash\nAnd I act like I was pouring a drink, and just splashed her\nRepeat Chorus