Ying Yang Twins — Left Right Left

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Don’t look at me funny just ’cause I won’t let you in
You’re holdin’ a live grenade and you done pulled it’s pin
It’s best you walk away there’s only seconds left
And all the love we had is gon’ be laid to rest
Ain’t got no time for your drama
Don’t go callin’ me your little momma (momma, momma, momma)
Boy, you ain’t foolin’ me
And I won’t be the one surrendering
You’re starting up and blowing up hearts
It’s not that hard to see
You’re marchin’ along to your own little beat
Left right left
Right left you ain’t got nothing
Left right left

Right left you ain’t got nothing left
I bet you tracked a millon miles just on my street
After I finally figured out that you played me
Those lying bombs you dropped put me in for a treat
Ain’t got no time for your drama
Don’t go callin’ me your little momma (momma, momma, momma)
Boy, you ain’t foolin’ me
And I won’t be the one surrendering
You’re starting up and blowing up hearts
It’s not that hard to see
You’re marchin’ along to your own little beat
Left right left
Right left you ain’t got nothing
Left right left
Right left you ain’t got nothing left
South town bay
Now you lookin’ mad ’cause your ass out of date, like last years cash
Country boy, big city swag, what?
Now you got your name in the mud
Only few ducks if he’s damaged it
You’re a mega, thank you for reminding
Ying Yang got this thing with miss Mickie James
You said it’s over, it’s over, it’s over so I guess we done
Kid Rock, so I guess I owe you one
She a doobidy downer, kick up to the left

Beyoncé to the left to the left
Now beat this
Love is blind, you can’t block it
Ying Yang RMA you can’t stop it
Mickie James got that SmackDown
She done tag team, put some dudes from the A town
Ain’t got no time for your drama
No more callin’ me your little momma (momma, momma, momma)
Boy, you ain’t foolin’ me
And I won’t be the one surrendering
You’re starting up and blowing up hearts

It’s not that hard to see
You’re marchin’ along to your own little beat
Left right left
Right left you ain’t got nothing
Left right left
Right left you ain’t got nothing left
You ain’t got nothing left