Bags Packed Lyrics - Vagina Diner - Akinyele

Yeah check it 

This another one of those ak shits youknowhati'msayin? 

This right here's about a girl 

Who wanna live in your house for free, without a j.o.b. 

Check it 

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-ya 

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-ya 

I got your bags packed, I got your bags packed 

You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave yo 

I'll make your head bloody red if you don't get out 

And if you scream and shout, I'll put the bandages on your mouth 

No livin for free on my couch 

And yo I ain't operatin, no type of covenant house 

You get no help here, my name ain't wel-fare 

Uh uh dear, take that bullshit else-where 

Your ass gotta go if you don't got dough 

Call me what you want, woman, because you're just another hoe 

I know you'd probably make a good mother miss 

But I don't got no time to be bothered with no broke bitch 

Riffin at the mouth, get you kicked out, without no whereabouts 

The loveboat shape up and ship out 

And take everything you came with when you was startin 

This ain't a world tour, no more trips to this apartment 

I want your ass to be ghost 

And now, all of a sudden you wanna get close, huh 

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-ya 

I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-ya 

I got your bags packed, I got your bags packed 

You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave check it 

Umm, get your clothes, use common sense 

I don't sell pantyhose, I don't got time for non +nonsense+ 

Kindly pack up your shit 

Remember you're not down with the olympics, so don't try to flip! 

I'll reach for the glock, aim for your snotbox 

The neighbor hear the shots, the neighbor call the cops 

But I won't do a date upstate 

I just perform that old mike tyson play and cry out rape 

Before you burst, gimme my keys, stop pleadin for please 

This ain't church, get off your fuckin knees 

I'm not lookin for no blow job, you better get a real job 

So we can have some dough hobbes 

I won't front, I used to love it when we'd hump 

You're not my stunt, tomorrow's the first of the month 

You don't have half the rent, I'm knockin cuttin nose flat 

Girlfriend I got your bags packed 

Huh, I got your bags packed 

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-ya 

I got your bags packed 

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed 

I got your bags packed 

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-ya 

I got your bags packed 

You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave, check it 

Umm, wipe up them cryin tears 

Cause like an automatic car, you don't got no gear 

Get ready to put an end to that cinderella book 

Throw out them jordache jeans, cause it wasn't seem 

To givin you the look, that you've been searchin for 

And plus I heard you're not with, baggin up shit 

At no grocery store -- it just makes your furious 

As if you got shot in the butt cause now you're dead-ass serious 

Don't know what to do, nowhere to go 

But no haps over here, cause this ain't, the welcome back kotter show 

Forget all the nights you spent 

Cause ain't nothin goin on, but my rent, huh 

Shit, you better take a good look 

At the road cause that's you're bout to hit 

And it ain't no comin back 

Girlfriend, I got your bags packed 

Huh, I got your bags packed 

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-ya 

I got your bags packed 

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-ya 

I got your bags packed 

You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-ya 

I got your bags packed 

You gotta leave you gotta leave I gotta go, check it 

Aiyyo baby I'm not "the one" 

I said my man serge he's not "the one" 

And my man named ant he's not "the one" 

And my man earl is sho' ain't not "the one" 

Aiyyo aiyyo girlfriend we ain't not "the one" 

My man extra p, he's not "the one" 

And you know how it goes.. "the one" 

"the one" .. 

*fades*