The Way It Goes - Young Gunz, Pooda Brown

G — I — F — I

Get In Where You Fit In, baby

You know, roll wit ya boyz

Gunnaz!

(Young Chris)

Honestly, my favorite type of gear

A scrunchie for a hair, LaPerle underwear

Bang her from the rear

Baby girl dont care who there

All i know she dont care who here

Thats what i love about her

Make the thugs bring the love up out em

She know you comin, she gon stop and get the nut up out em

They learn enough about 'em

They get enough up out 'em

Just like a nigga that soon she f**k give a f**k about em

Thats my type, baby

No disrespect to tha bourgeois and too polite ladies

I’ll do tha wife, maybe

Maybe later when a player in his thirties

Man i can’t afford these young’ns tryna play a nigga dirty

Have me up all night talkin bout i can’t sleep

Too hurt to eat, baby girl neva see, that be he

Not me i’m way a better cheat

You know me better, b

We just f**k em and duck em and leave em.

All night can’t sleep too hurt to eat

Thats the way it goes

Thats the way it goes

(Pooda Brown)

See all my life i’ve been the type to keep a lil bitch

Fresh in the mornin put it on me, cook a lil grits

She like to touch my lips

Yea i like to touch her hips

Then we get it poppin when a player get enough to split

Back to that block where i be

I’m on her mind though

I wanna call her and ball her i’m on my grind though

She wanna ride on the love train

But love man, ain’t what i’m here for

Thats not what i care for

I’m in and out when i wanna

Dont wanna one-a

We could kick it in the winter

But i’m cool in the summer

I rather go through my act

With them packie packies on her lap

We on the corner, nigga heavy and he packin stacks

Quality time, you outta ya mind

You steppin over ya line

I know that you fine, girl

But all i do is f**k em and duck em

Pops told me dont trust em

Every night is another one

Pooda got em up…

(Neef)

Baby girl, dont act foolish when you know that you know betta

I keep you fine 'cause you a dime but you gets no cheddar

Its hard to show feelings when you know you ain’t got none

I ain’t the type of brother that’ll bail soon as ya drop one

I’m in the crib yea soon as tha block done

I lay pipe all night so let tha bed bugs bite

She grippin the sheets tight

I came when she came twice

Oh you got the right one

We sex till the sun come

Good thing i brought a box of them Magnums

Or nine months later she pop out wit a bad one

And everything change that a chicken be naggin

Listening to her girlfriends, now she want more ends

Taking out my benz, scraping up my rims

Every other weekend she out, girlfriend be clubbin

Went from somethin to nothin now she huffin and puffin

'cause a nigga be frontin and i got her up…

Fade to end…