Mic Anthony - You Don't Wanna

Hold up..
I’ll shout you guys out...
I’ll should you guys out on the stage... (there’s love for you)
But right now your fucking my shit up (there’s love for me)

Next level for you
Next level for me
Next level for you
Next level for me
Next level for you
Next level for me

Like....Oh no
I ain’t really been here
We bring our friends here
Then we get it in here
We drinking gin beer
Damn it’s been a big year
I’m on my 10th beer
Now I’m in a frenzy
So was you bout that ?
Damn I really doubt that
Love where your mouth at
Beefing like the Outback
You know i hit the pretty bitches on the regular
I’m always picking the baddest bitches instead of her
I gotta cut it like the scissors with the letterer
We get it in, It’s Late Nights for Letterman
He with some pretty bitches too so we should let em in
We kick it with em every weekend i ain't setteling
She used to kick it with my homie i ain’t telling him
She think i love her for her mind but it’s her melanin
She wanna listen to the dream but I ain’t sellin em
Oh No, Where you wan go ?
Fucking with a nigga but you really wanna know
Poppin at a party, never poppin at a show
If she ain't around then baby just another...go
Hey, Hey, What a Day
How you run the game but when it’s real you run away
Really wanna know you but it’s bitches in the way
Know you wanna leave I’m really wishing you would stay

You Don’t Wanna, You Don’t Wanna, You Don’t Wanna
You Don’t Wanna,You Don’t Wanna
You Don’t Wanna, You Don’t Wanna
You Don’t Wanna
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Marijuana, Marijuana Marijuana, Marijuana
Marijuana

You Don’t Wanna,You Don’t Wanna, You Don’t Wanna
You Don’t Wanna, You Don’t Wanna
You Don’t Wanna, You Don’t Wanna
Marijuana
X2

Marijuana, Marijuana, Marijuana
Marijuana, Marijuana, Marijuana,Marijuana
Marijuana

You Ain't Wanna You Ain’t Wanna You Ain’t Wanna
You Ain’t Wanna,You Ain’t Wanna
You Ain’t Wanna, You Ain’t Wanna
You Ain’t Wanna

Marijuana, Marijuana Marijuana
Marijuana, Marijuana Marijuana,Marijuana
You Ain’t Wanna

Come roll with me....uhu
I wanna know wassup, like Cole with me wassup
Young Dos, I keep an O at least, uh
Young boy colder than no degrees
Drop out too.. I said no to fees
Now my teacher clock in, when i go to sleep
Mathew 18: “ Ion know defeat”
Ima young Captain... Solider Steve
Don’t act tough dickhead...we know you sweet
I be in the field like Odell
I be in the paint like Obi T
Flow go crazy like ODB
OCD, I bought 4 TVs
So she can see me like that boy good
That boy off of that piff...
That boy talking that shit
Look.....
Ima blow a zip like bape
Ima prolli dip like mase
I know you gon miss my face
I know they gon diss hate
Fuck em tho
Ima boogie, tellem kiss my ace
No cap no cape...
Touch me like case... ima go and rest my case

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Inside
I wanna fuck..With You...Tonight
I wanna...
Front
& Back
Inside
I wanna get...

Front....
Back.....
Side.....
I wanna get...With You... Tonight
I wanna
Front
&Back
Inside....I wanna get
X3

Written by:
GIUSEPPE PUGLISI, JEFFREY BETHEA, MICHAEL THOMAS

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