Sean Garrett - Up In Your Heart lyrics

Lyrics : (Bangladesh) Once again I call Gucci, it's ya nikka Sean Garrett (Gucci!) I call my n***a Gucci, came through for Sean Garrett Girl it's obvious ya body wanna do something ta me And ye - ye - yes it's obvious I'm tryna get you over here ta me (Gucci!) Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl - gir- gir - girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Na na na - na na now you wonderin just why I like to wear a wyfe beata Why I wear a wyfe beater, why *huh* I like to beat her When I seen her she just like the way that nikka Sean treat her I don't hit her wit no fists, shawty you know how I feed her She say "go deep", I go deeper I don't preach, I just please ya If you know women like I know women ya better get up in em Make em raise up they antennas Better know just where to kiss em She just might say "Hold up, stop. I mean like *huh* are you forreal??" Girl it's obvious ya body wanna do something ta me And ye - ye - yes it's obvious I'm tryna get you over here ta me Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl - gir- gir - girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart She loves me, she loves you not cause I got whatchu do not got I let her shop until she drop and when she drop I get on top Brrr....Brrrr I call her mother nature, she call me Jack Frost or call me Gucci Mane the Glacier (Woww) Baby whats ya zodiac? Pisces, I can roll with that I'm rushin through her veins it's an attack on her cardiac Red Diamonds in the club, Ace of Spade from the start And since I'm the King of Kings she can be my Queen of Hearts (Gucci!) Girl it's obvious ya body wanna do something ta me And ye- ye - yes it's obvious I'm tryna get you over here ta me Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl - gir- gir - girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Yup...yup...I still mob in my black tee She sleepin in my black tee and under it no panties And she ain't gotta cook in there but money in the pantry When company round she cla**y but when they gone she nasty You gotta grip on the handle bars wit no clothes on And you n***as wonder why you can't keep ya girl home (Yupp) Young pimpin still kicken that same clear sh** while I'm given your chick this real love Girl it's obvious ya body wanna do something ta me And ye - ye - yes it's obvious I'm tryna get you over here ta me Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl - gir- gir - girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Baby he thought I was amateur, told him next time he played witcho heart I was taking yo a** Now I'm taken yo -- girl you need attention and trust I pay attention, one thing you ain't been gettin is love And imma love yaaaaaaaaaaaaa Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl - gir- gir - girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart Girl I won't play witcha head I wanna get up in ya heart