[Verse 1:] Bottles pop, joints roll With my folks, in the vip Section of the club with my eyes on this model chick I don't know who she came with She look like someone famous She knew every word to my song when the dj played it I asked her what her name is She smiled when she said it Right now I don't remember but it sounded like somethin spanish I offered her champagne and she told me she don't drank it I told her I wanna see her naked She said lil boy who u playin with My next thought was ok then I'm obviously dealin with a lady I apologized for my statement And we kept on conversatin She noticed we was blazin She took a couple puffs of the haze and She rolled her numba on napkin And after that she vanished
[Chorus:] Now, she on my mind Can't get this bitch off my mind She on my mind can't get this bitch off my mind The shit affectin my rhymes I'm havin trouble memorizin my lines Cause this bitch on my mind Gotta get this bitch off my mind
[Verse 2:] Now I'm outside of the club Me and my homies all fucked up Tipped valet, hopped back in the truck Whole ride home I was thinkin bout her Thought bout callin her but I didn't I didn't wanna call round all my niggas Cause they drunk asses will be laughin an gigglin And I ain't in the mood for all that ribbon I just waited till I made it to the crib and Attempted to call while watchin television Wack ass cellphone trippin Only get the strong signal when I'm in the kitchen Walked in and dialed them digits While the phone ringin I'm thinkin bout her in different positions Answer machine, voice sound different Thank you for callin popeyes chicken?
Bitch get off my mind Gotta get that bitch off my mind Bitch Get off my mind Gotta get this bitch off my mind This bitch wasn't even that fine I only seen this bitch one time Why I got this bitch on my mine I'm a get this bitch off my mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
