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Young Moulah Baby Young Moulah Baby She sayin' Do you have the time to listen to me whine She askin' Who's on the other line You diss me everytime I tell 'er Baby I'm a star Shit I'm above a star And now I done got so high I did forgotten who you are I'm in love with you But I can't be with you Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight Right up out of town Young moulah baby Hop back in my Spaceship Girl I gotta drop your ass off Last night ya we were spaced girl you love it Girl I gotta take off Imma be here next week So call your company and take off Cause she say Wayne Wayne So she got me all impatient Cry me a river I can hear my conscious while I say aloud Boy you got a problem And you aint foolin' no one but yourself Your like a hot revolver But you aint killin' no one but yourself And so she's gone to party town on her own And you go by yourself so all alone I told her I can be with her But I can't be with her As much as she like me to She like me too much That's the problem Oh my god then Shorty be whillin And when I say I got to leave You wouldn't believe all of the things That she'll do And all of the things That she'll say to make me stay And I be like damn I'll be back someday But she wanna go with me to outer space So we made love in the Milky Way And then I send her on her way Boy you got a problem And you aint foolin' no one but yourself Your like a hot revolver But you aint killin' no one but yourself And so she's gone to party town on her own And you go by yourself so all alone |
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