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    "Where R U Going" Lyrics

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    [Verse 1]
    Ah..ah two times
    Comin up, and I feel you and I done it up together
    Crushed a qt time
    And tha fun is up
    Sun down, and the sun is up
    Late at night night and day, you was up under me
    Or I was up under ya
    Punda ya
    When I'm on the cut I can come to ya
    And when I bust, you suck it up like a pundaba
    You kept a bundle a under ya
    Gucci or a Coach bag
    Whatever ya got ya gave Smoke had
    Thats why its so sad...when ya say (ta take meee)
    And I gotta disappoint cha
    Its not I don't want cha
    Its that I got thangs to do peeps to see
    Expensive champagnes to drank trees to tree
    And drop mo hits than Tina T receive from Ike
    And mo classics than rees
    And Chevy caprice
    So please be sweet
    And believe in me
    And understand ya can't be with me
    But ya aint trying ta hear it cuz ya still screaming to me

    Hook 2X
    Are going
    (Wh)Where are you going
    (Ta)Take me...with you
    Fore I die

    [Verse 2]
    Nah, nah, nah
    Once there was this boy, this boy sixteen he had this girl
    Loved her trusted her, boy would give girl the world
    BUT he was working at Burger King, sorry hated him
    Man he wasn't that popular, sorry hated him
    He aint have no car..sttrrrike three
    The boy dat got dumped was me
    Wait time passed, like quarterbacks I moved on
    Start doin mo bigga and betta thangs
    Like tippers my cheddar came
    UP..UP..AND AWAYY
    HEY what do ya know
    I'm on TV now
    Can't help but see me now
    Even Muslims, vegetarians want meet me now
    But anyway....One night in the club I waayy in the back
    You know...V.I.P. C.I.B.
    Low-key
    Like the midget locksmith...chillin
    Listen..long story short bumped into my ex
    Talked, walked her to the bar and back to the rooomm
    We played doctor I played the part of the papsmith...
    diggin all up in her womb
    Next morning she said (Where are you going?)
    Uh um wa..well I..I had was gone kick it with Craig a..and 'nem
    Gotta Go!! See Ya When I See Ya!!

    Hook-Until End
    This song was submitted on June 28th, 2006 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Andre Benjamin, Darion Crawford, Shawn Johnson, Antwan Patton, Hashida Naramura Rokusukey, David A Sheats.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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