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Young Mullah Baby
Young Mullah Baby

She sayin
Do you have the time,
To listen to me whine?
She askin
Whos on the other line?
You diss me everytime.
I tell em
Baby I'm a star
Shit
I'm above a star
And now
I done got so high
I did forgotten
Who you are (are, are)

Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh
Ah ah
Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh

I'm in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight
Right up out of town

Young mullah baby

She sayin
Do you have the time,
To listen to me whine?
She askin
Whos on the other line?
You diss me everytime.
I tell em
Baby I'm a star
Shit
I'm above a star
And now
I done got so high
I did forgotten
Who you are (are, are)

Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh
Woah ah ah
Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh

I'm in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow
I'll be back up on the first flight
Right up out of town.

Young mullah baby

I think I'm a Spaceship
Girl I gotta drop your ass off
(oh oh eh eh)
Last night
Ya we were spaced girl,
You love it
Girl I gotta take off
(oh oh eh eh)
Cause I'm a be here next week
So call your company
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And take off

Oh oh oeh oh oh eh

Cause she say "Wayne Wayne"
So she got me all impatient
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscious
While I say aloud

Boy you got a problem
And you ain't foolin no one
But yourself
Your like a hot revolver
(hot revolver)
But you ain't killin no one
But yourself
And so shes gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone

I told her I can be with her
But I can't be with her
As much as she like me to
She like me too much
That's the problem
"Oh my god" then
Shorty be whillin
And when I say I got to leave
You wouldn't believe
All of the things
That she'll do
And all of the things
She'll say to make me stay
And I be like
"daaaaaammmmnnnnnn"

I been that boy for forever
I'll be back someday
But she wanna go with me to outer space
So we made love in the Milky Way
And then I send her on her way

Boy you got a problem
And you ain't foolin no one
But yourself
Your like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin no one
But yourself
And so shes gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone

Writer(s): Frank E. Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong, Dwayne Carter, Andre Christopher Lyon, Michael Pritchard, Marcello Valenzano
Copyright: Young Money Publishing Inc., Dade Co. Project Music Inc., Wb Music Corp., Universal Music - Z Songs, Green Daze Music, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
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