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(feat. Kalenna) He better answer this phone What lie he gon come up with this time Pff yeah it figures Whatever im throught [Kalenna:] Boy, pack ya bags See you ain't gotta sneak and creep Ima let you keep runnin these streets I ain't bout to have you stressing me Noo See how good she gon love you When you let this tricks get the best of you I'm good and I'm gon get over you (She can deal with the drama im through with you) Boy, pack ya bags See you ain't gotta sneak and creep I'ma let you keep runnin the streets I ain't bout to have you stressing me Noo See how good she gon love you When you let this tricks get the best of you Im good and im gon get over you (Let and deal with the drama im through with you) Letras de canciones [Rasheeda:] Sometime love feels so good Sometime love feels so great Sometime love turns to hate That's when it's all gone and it's just too late I thought you was different from them other dudes I've tried so hard to hold on with you Yep by a minute I played a fool I even let you sleep by with a lie or two See I was your chic I ride for you If I can't get down to it I ride for you It took a little time for me to shake you off Cause night and days I should break you off Boy pack yo bags, take your game Go with them lies you ain't gon change I thought what we had together was so strong But there are pictures on my phone that prove me so wrong [Kalenna:] Boy pack ya bags See you ain't gotta sneak and creep Ima let you keep runnin these streets I ain't bout to have you stressing me Noo See how good she gon love you When you let this tricks get the best of you Im good and im gon get over you (She can deal with the drama I'm through with you) Boy pack ya bags See you ain't gotta sneak and creep I'ma let you keep runnin the streets I ain't bout to have you stressing me Noo See how good she gon love you When you let this tricks get the best of you Im good and im gon get over you (Let and deal with the drama I'm through with you) [Rasheeda:] Let a slide with the business trips Got a name of a credit card slip Man, why you're going out like this I've never thought I'd have to deal with this I look back and it all makes sense Late night hanging out with ya boys So now you're too drunk to drive home from the club Why you didn't call me I would scooped you up But you're sendin out all my calls and voice mails Where your blackberry at - you get my e-mails Now you're gonna sit here lie in my face Shoulda cheated on you and gave you a daze But I didn't do that I thought real love was better than all that You the reason women think me ain't shit You'll never find another real chic like this [Kalenna:] Boy pack ya bags See you ain't gotta sneak and creep Ima let you keep runnin the streets I ain't bout to have you stressing me Noo See how good she gon love you When you let this tricks get the best of you Im good and im gon get over you (She can deal with the drama im through with you) Boy pack ya bags See you ain't gotta sneak and creep Ima let you keep runnin these streets I ain't bout to have you stressing me Noo See how good she gon love you When you let this tricks get the best of you Im good and im gon get over you (Let and deal with the drama im through with you) Pack ya bags...sneak and creep...runnin this streets...stressin me See how good she gon love you, when you let this tricks get the best of you... Im good and I'm gon get over you... (Thanks to Lil'm for these lyrics) From Letras Mania