Hope Lyrics by Twista

Hope Lyrics

    [Intro: Danny Boy]
    Have mercy.. mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy.
    Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh-ohhhh-ohhh.. [harmonizing]
    Have mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me

    [Twista]
    Now, now, when my boo let me break 'em off, freaky when we makin love
    I can do shit to you that'll make you shake in lust
    Comin through how I be stoppin off, kinky when I make you cum
    How could you wanna do shit that'll make me break the trust?
    Shoulda knew you were sheisty the way you lick me on my body
    and actin shady when I'm out the crib, lightly
    Cause somethin bogus just to fight me spite me all in my area
    plus I'm a Sagittarius, you a Pisces
    For some reason we be clickin like we on business
    but you be on some bullshit
    Askin me where I go, what I do, how I kick it
    Won't you get with it baby girl, I don't cheat on you and pull shizz
    Now who don't wanna roll on, chrome with then go home with
    Get you to the crib, give you some grown dick
    I let you hold my pounds down, purchasin you phones and fits
    How many times I told you, I ain't known shit
    But you steady don't listen even though it's your friends that listen
    Gotta have trust, but you won't back up on a couple I'll catch you wishin
    Claimin that I'm fuckin on another bitch and
    all in my privacy on no premonition, you trippin
    Tell me why do you - doubt a brother, in one ear and out the other
    Cause in my shirt you done found number
    You steady lurkin while I was up in the shower
    dumpin all of my pants pockets, trippin cause you done found a rubber
    And all I gotta say is.

    [Chorus: Danny Boy]
    That's not right (that's not right)
    Snoopin through my things (you snoopin baby, snoopin baby)
    I don't do it to you (I don't do it, I don't do it)
    You shouldn't do that to me (I don't do it to you)
    That's not right (that's not right)
    Snoopin through my things (snooooopin through my things)
    I don't do it to you (and I sho' wouldn't do it)
    You shouldn't do that to me (I ain't gon' do it to you)

    [Danny Boy]
    I was sittin in the front just watchin videos
    Readin my magazine, my Vibe magazine, yeah
    I coulda sworn that I turned my damn 2-Way off
    But damn I heard it ring, I think I heard it ring, yeahhh
    If it's somethin that you think that's wrong got you feelin insecure
    I'm grown - baby let me know, and then I'll let you know
    Cause I'm the one that's footin the bills
    And I'm not the wrong one, that's for real
    You can get your shit and go, gooooo!

    [Twista]
    Now you don't see me all up in your dresser drawers
    You don't see me goin through your Jag
    You don't see me in your celli; you don't see me
    searchin through your thongs, and you don't see me though your Gucci bag
    Baby you got the shabazz; sometimes you need a swift, kick up the ass
    just to to see how far a foot can go
    Would you wash it and took it slow, couldn't though
    Pressure cookin low, bitch I hope you find what you lookin fo'
    I'm losin focus from fuckin witchu, don't get me charged
    Come in from a show, my whole closet be picked apart
    If anybody should be paranoid in this motherfucker it should be me
    I'm the one smokin hydro by the jars
    You need to leave my stuff alone, go and get some business of your own
    cause me and you ain't spendin precious time together
    Baby don't touch mine, I shouldn't need a "don't touch" sign
    I ain't explainin nothin, you can find whatever
    And all I gotta say is.

    [Chorus w/ variations]

    [Twista]
    Now when I get up in your ooh-watcha-katcha
    Move to the mm-ch-ka mm-ch-ka mm-ahh, don't lie
    You peepin the details of my fax, mail and voice mail
    and E-mail and why sugar, don't try
    to come up with the justification for what you doin
    The relationship's about to be ruined for what you persuin
    Steadily tryna see who I'm screwin like I'm fuckin the nation
    It's nothin but hatin that the homies be doin
    Spittin rumors all up in your ear, tension in the atmosphere
    Baby what's the mission here, listen here
    You lookin for numbers and fist in hair
    It must be here for a reason so quit before I have to make you disappear
    I can do without you pokin through pockets
    Prophecy's potent, whatchu peepin fo'?
    I hate the way that all this time to tell what I been thinkin
    shoulda told you when I thought about it a week ago
    But now I'm tellin you.

    [Chorus w/ variations]

    [Danny Boy ad libs]

    [Chorus w/ variations]


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