liverounds

Have him for a little Just a little Just a little, baby Have him for a little Just a little Just a little, little Have him for a little Just a little Just a little, baby So who's that boy? It's not me Tracing your face That place is not my home So don't let go Or stop me Have him for a little Just a little Just a little, baby Have him for a little Just a little Just a little, baby Have him for a little Just a little Just a little, baby Who's that boy? It's not me I know you're not dumb So do you really have to guess why I can't put one foot in front of the other? Boys and girls like to play with a gun And she got live rounds, east side, fell for another So who's that boy? It's not me Tracing your face That place is not my home So don't let go Or stop me Have him for a little Just a little Just a little, baby And she got live rounds, east side And she got live rounds, east side