Up In Your Heart Lyrics - Sean Garrett

Lyrics : 

(Bangladesh) 

Once again I call Gucci, it's ya nikka Sean Garrett 

(Gucci!) 

I call my nigga Gucci, came through for Sean Garrett 

Girl it's obvious ya body wanna do something ta me 

And ye - ye - yes it's obvious I'm tryna get you over here ta me 

(Gucci!) 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl - gir- gir - girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Na na na - na na now you wonderin just why I like to wear a wyfe beata 

Why I wear a wyfe beater, why *huh* I like to beat her 

When I seen her she just like the way that nikka Sean treat her 

I don't hit her wit no fists, shawty you know how I feed her 

She say "go deep", I go deeper 

I don't preach, I just please ya 

If you know women like I know women ya better get up in em 

Make em raise up they antennas 

Better know just where to kiss em 

She just might say "Hold up, stop. I mean like *huh* are you forreal??" 

Girl it's obvious ya body wanna do something ta me 

And ye - ye - yes it's obvious I'm tryna get you over here ta me 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl - gir- gir - girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

She loves me, she loves you not cause I got whatchu do not got 

I let her shop until she drop and when she drop I get on top 

Brrr....Brrrr 

I call her mother nature, she call me Jack Frost or call me Gucci Mane the Glacier 

(Woww) 

Baby whats ya zodiac? 

Pisces, I can roll with that 

I'm rushin through her veins it's an attack on her cardiac 

Red Diamonds in the club, Ace of Spade from the start 

And since I'm the King of Kings she can be my Queen of Hearts 

(Gucci!) 

Girl it's obvious ya body wanna do something ta me 

And ye- ye - yes it's obvious I'm tryna get you over here ta me 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl - gir- gir - girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Yup...yup...I still mob in my black tee 

She sleepin in my black tee and under it no panties 

And she ain't gotta cook in there but money in the pantry 

When company round she classy but when they gone she nasty 

You gotta grip on the handle bars wit no clothes on 

And you niggas wonder why you can't keep ya girl home 

(Yupp) 

Young pimpin still kicken that same clear shit while I'm given your chick this real love 

Girl it's obvious ya body wanna do something ta me 

And ye - ye - yes it's obvious I'm tryna get you over here ta me 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl - gir- gir - girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Baby he thought I was amateur, told him next time he played witcho heart I was taking yo ass 

Now I'm taken yo -- girl you need attention and trust 

I pay attention, one thing you ain't been gettin is love 

And imma love yaaaaaaaaaaaaa 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl - gir- gir - girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart 

Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart