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I Wonder Lyrics - Singles - Big Moe

[Big Moe] 

Huh, Wassup Boo 

Maan, you stay talkin bout you're down wit me 

But you stay on that complaining thang, you know what I'm sayin? 

I aint down wit all that complaining and fussin and fightin man 

I'm a playa type dude, I'd like to let my gal get in the way, 

But, you know what I'm sayin, the Lord blessed me with somethin 

So I gotta take advantage of that, you know what I'm talkin bout 

So I gotta do it, so its whateva 

 

[Chorus] 

I wonder if I didn't come home 

Would you still be down with me, yeah 

Because I'll leave you tonight, uh ohh 

I wonder if I didn't come 

Would you still be down with me, yeah 

Because I'll leave you tonight, uh ohh 

 

[Verse One] 

If I didn't come home 

What would you do to me? 

Get on the telephone? Call Tyrone? Tell him come get you in he morning 

You're wrong, this is my song 

And I gotta pay bills, keep my happy home 

Wreckshoppin all night long 

I'm ready, fire burnin 

No matter what you do to me, my wheels gon keep on turnin 

Are you down? So please don't get me started 

I got bitches out of town, if you fuckin wit clowns, I'll leave you broken 

hearted 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Verse Two] 

I let you play one time, then I knew you were mine 

The way you caress me baby and sex me, I 'd have to say you put it down 

You took me, and you put me under you're wings, I can't lie 

Can't no other take your place, and can't a damn thang comply 

I don't know if you noticed, but you're the throwedest on my list 

Can't no nigga or no bitch compare their loving to a love like this 

Up and down, thick and thin, I was always there 

Ready to box or unload on a bitch, you know I don't care 

When you kiss me with your lips, I just fall in a daze 

Me and you against the world baby, priorities are gettin paid 

Diamonds blindin, hoes cryin, aint a damn thang changed 

Showin up and pourin up, in this damn rap game 

And by the way, I'm gon let you run the streets with your thugs 

When Valentine's comes around, you know who's gettin your hugs 

Fuck faces by fireplaces, Drink chases on mink rugs 

You a dog, you gon rome, but always find your way home, so what 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Verse Three] 

Now if I don't come home, would you blow up my phone? 

Punch holes in my styrofoam? Misplace my chrome? 

Childish games in yo dome got yo mind confused 

A made nigga or a fake? Now its time to choose 

Many have tried my shoes, but didn't travel too far 

You knew the shit that you was in before you fucked the star 

Look how you suck up all my barre, you think this shit's for free? 

All this hustling in these streets keep all this ice on you and me 

Picture how nicer it can be, private flights twice a week 

Without you gripin about some freaks and how they saw me at the beach 

I'll practice what I preach, you sit being obsolete 

And remain to keep my business and my hustle out of reach 

And now if I don't come home, would you still be down? 

You are a fool, I will admit, but start practicin now 

'cause I'm still the same playa that's all about my dough 

And I'm not comin home tonight, you triflin ass hoe! 

 

[Chorus] 

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