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Here We Go - Mr. Scruff



     
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Here We Go Lyrics


Look, I ain't got nothin' to say to you
I can't even believe you
You know what? I'm too fly for this shit
You playin' yourself
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin' me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin' you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin'?
I can't take this no more
No, no, no
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin' me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin' you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin'?

I ain't tryna hear it
Not this time
Look nigga, whatchu think this is?
You treat me like a random chick
You done forgot who introduced you to rocks
And poppin' all that Cris an shit?
Who letchu hit it from tha back
Anyway that chu like?
And any debts I can pay tha price
I thought I was a chick you would make your wife
And now a bitch can't even stay tha night?
(You wack)
I can't even look in ya face
Witout wantin' ta slap you
Damn I thank God I ain't get that tatoo
You betta thank God I ain't have tha strap boo
You ain't even worth that trick get at chu
Matta fact
Trick get at dude
I'm convinced
I ain't got shit ta ask you
And tell tha triflin' bitch
She can have you
I ain't lookin' atchu no more
I'm lookin' past you
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin' me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin' you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin'?
I can't take this no more
No, no, no
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin' me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin' you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin'?
I ain't tryna hear it
Not this time
When ma girl came through wit tha news
All I did was think about me and you like damn
What a chick gotta do to get wit a real nigga
That know how to stay true? Like man
No more quarter ta eights
You betta hop on a bus or a cab
I shed so many tears
Can't believe how many years
Tha baddest bitch put up witch yo dusty ass
Now you know that I'm tha queen of Miami
All that loud talkin', lying
Save that shit for ya man
Sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
I'm like uh huh, okay, wassup, shut up
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin' me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin' you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin'?
I can't take this no more
No more, no more
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin' me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin' you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin'?
I ain't tryna hear it
Not this time
Now all my ladies say
(Oh, oh, oh)
If you feel me say
(Oh, oh)
If you cant take no more say
No, no, no
(No, no, no)
No, no, no
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin' me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin' you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin'?
I can't take this no more
That's why I'm packin' up my jewels
Grabbin' up my furs
I'll be back for all my shoes and purses
Watch me bounce
In my seven fourty-five
While I'm ridin' out
'Cause I ain't tryna hear it
Not this time

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Mr. Scruff is the recording name of Andy Carthy (born in 10 February 1972 in Macclesfield, Cheshire, England), a British DJ and artist. He lives in Stockport, Greater Manchester, and studied fine art at the Psalter Lane campus of Sheffield Hallam University. Before he could make a living from his music alone, he worked as a shelf-stacker in the Burton Road branch of Kwik Save. His DJ name was inspired by his scruffy facial hair, as well as his trademark loose-lined drawing style. He has been DJing since 1994, at first in and around Manchester then nationwide.

Read more about Mr. Scruff on Last.fm.


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