Lyrics

Yo, Mya I know you got a man and all But uhh I been watchin' y'all And if he ain't treatin' you right, 'bout time you move on Now I'm not trying to get in between yall two But you gonna move, move this way I'm so confused, I don't know what to do (Gonna be aiight, gonna be aiight) But I gotta be a woman, I gotta get over you (Yeah aiight, yeah aiight) I think I saw your baby's mother Creeping at your back door (Yeah, yeah) And your lying ass been cheatin' And I can't take it no more oh oh I'm movin on (Move on) On (Movin' on, and move my way) On (Movin' on, on, move on) Oh, on I'll be movin on (And move my way, say what, say what) Whose drawers are these, you know I wear a size four (Huh what, say what) And if you say that you've been faithful Who was at your back door, you ain't got no money (It don't matter about all that, I got some) I should've left you long ago (Yea, yea, yea) And your stroke ain't strokin' no more So' I've been sleepin' all alone (She shouldn't have to sleep by herself, you know what I'm sayin'?) If you know what I mean, I'm movin on (Move on) On (Movin' on, and move my way) On (Movin' on, on, move on) Oh, on I'll be movin on (And move my way, say what, say what) On (Movin' on, and move my way) On (Movin' on, on, move on) Oh, on I'll be movin on (And move my way, say what, say what) Well, now, I'm a no limit soldier, known to keep it rowdy You know one's that make you say, uhh And 'bout it, 'bout it, now, one to the two Two to the three, I ain't sayin' leave him But you need to like roll wit me 'Cause I can see you ain't happy here When I look in your eye, you a bird You gotta spread your wings So, now, it's time to fly You ain, t never gotta trip or remind me I'm trying to live ghetto fab, like takin' baths In bottles of Don P, but I ain't perfect Just imagine me with no flaws Like a parking, lot wit no cars Cell block, wit no bars World wit no wars, L.A. wit no stars Check this out, I can heal your broken heart So don't be so fast to react so quick Or get all mad and try to scratch up my 6 Now, you know I get paid for bustin' all kind of tight verses See, I need a girl that I can see on top Like Silkk and Mya or vice versa
Writer(s): Gary Wright, Billie Rae Calvin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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