Left Right Left - Ying Yang Twins, Mickie James

Don’t look at me funny just 'cause I won’t let you in

You’re holdin' a live grenade and you done pulled it’s pin

It’s best you walk away there’s only seconds left

And all the love we had is gon' be laid to rest

Ain’t got no time for your drama

Don’t go callin' me your little momma (momma, momma, momma)

Boy, you ain’t foolin' me

And I won’t be the one surrendering

You’re starting up and blowing up hearts

It’s not that hard to see

You’re marchin' along to your own little beat

Left right left

Right left you ain’t got nothing

Left right left

Right left you ain’t got nothing left

I bet you tracked a millon miles just on my street

After I finally figured out that you played me

Those lying bombs you dropped put me in for a treat

Ain’t got no time for your drama

Don’t go callin' me your little momma (momma, momma, momma)

Boy, you ain’t foolin' me

And I won’t be the one surrendering

You’re starting up and blowing up hearts

It’s not that hard to see

You’re marchin' along to your own little beat

Left right left

Right left you ain’t got nothing

Left right left

Right left you ain’t got nothing left

South town bay

Now you lookin' mad 'cause your ass out of date, like last years cash

Country boy, big city swag, what?

Now you got your name in the mud

Only few ducks if he’s damaged it

You’re a mega, thank you for reminding

Ying Yang got this thing with miss Mickie James

You said it’s over, it’s over, it’s over so I guess we done

Kid Rock, so I guess I owe you one

She a doobidy downer, kick up to the left

Beyoncé to the left to the left

Now beat this

Love is blind, you can’t block it

Ying Yang RMA you can’t stop it

Mickie James got that SmackDown

She done tag team, put some dudes from the A town

Ain’t got no time for your drama

No more callin' me your little momma (momma, momma, momma)

Boy, you ain’t foolin' me

And I won’t be the one surrendering

You’re starting up and blowing up hearts

It’s not that hard to see

You’re marchin' along to your own little beat

Left right left

Right left you ain’t got nothing

Left right left

Right left you ain’t got nothing left

You ain’t got nothing left