[Intro]
Ay ay ay ay ay hurricane ay ay ay ay I can't be wit you no more lil mama

[Chorus]
And that's why I'm leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don't wanna be with you
I'm sorry I can't be with you

And that's why I'm leaving you
Sick of everything that you put me through
And I don't wanna be with you
I'm sorry I can't be with you.

(Ay this how it is)

[Verse 1]
Lil mama I got love for yo ass, but you be trippin' tho
I'm sick and tired of how you trip
When I speak to folks at the store
I told you my lil dog got hurt, we had beef, you told me
Nigga please, you probably just with some freaks
Now see this just be what I'm talkin' bout, I
Need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris-agist
Hurricane it don't
Really matta hold me down, and that ain't what you doin so you need to move around
I need somebody that's gon' cook for me, fix my plate and rub my back
But all you do is fuss and fight, like you just don't know how to act
I'm sick and tired of hollerin', and fussin' and
Fightin', ain't wit it, don't like it, don't do it, not likely
Lil mama I'm a pieces, you could
Neva be my wifey, you act like you don't like me unless I'm driving something pricey [repeat x1]

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
(ay) Okay so know it's getting crucial
I feel like your comments useless
Nothing to it, but to do it, get your bags and get to it
Get outta my bed, get outta my room, get outta my house,
Get outta my life And you can't come back and holla when you get your mind right,
'cause as far as I'm concerned you ain't got nothing I like
Need to keep on kickin' and walkin' the other way
Please stay outta my face,
I ain't got nothing to say, but Ay Bay Bay I say that in every phrase
This supposed to be a sad song, but I said Ay Bay Bay
And I can't stand the way you act when people hang up in your face, what that got to do with me, that's your phone anyway
Why in the hell would I give them your number to catch myself up in my game,
I am not lame, I got game, H-U double R - I to the Cane
So get your things hope on the bus you came, I think it's by time you swang
And do your thing everything gon' be okay, everything gon' be okay

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now baby how you gon' play games with a beast like me
No matta what them otha dudes think they might be
I gots to be G till the day that I die
That's why you gotta leave I'm tired of tellin' you bye
Get the hell up outta my sight, lil' mama you think I'm lien, here some money
For a cab hope you have a nice ride
Ratchet city we go live cut a chick loose with no ties
Now I'm on another mission with my money on my mind,
Constantly thinking of another way that I can go shine
And when I leave, I'm leaving with the doors suicide
And you betta be out my house when I get back, I ain't lien

[Chorus]

[Music fades out]

Writer : WILLIAMS, EARL / DOOLEY, CHRISTOPHER
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC