Frying Pan

I′m playa hatin’ y′all so much, so I can’t talk
I’ll never really know
I′m playa hatin′ y’all so much, so I won′t stop
You’ll never really know

Out of the frying pan and into the fire
Nobody knows me except me and my mother
Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes
This is the dope shit for me and my ladies

I′m playa hatin’ y′all so much, so I can’t talk
I’ll never really know
I′m playa hatin′ y’all so much, so I won′t stop
You’ll never really know

Out of the frying pan and into the fire
Nobody knows me except me and my mother
Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes
This is the dope shit for me and my ladies

(Ouh-woah, ouh-woah)
(Ouh-woah, ouh-woah)
Out of sight, out of sight
Out of mind, out of mind
Out of sight, out of sight
Out of mind, out of mind
Out of sight, out of sight
Out of mind, out of mind
Out of sight, out of sight
Out of mind, out of mind

I′m playa hatin’ y′all so much, so I can’t talk
I’ll never really know
(Bam, bam)

Out of the frying pan and into the fire
Nobody knows me except me and my mother
Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes
This is the dope shit for me and my ladies
My ladies, my ladies, my ladies, my ladies
My ladies, my ladies, my ladies, my ladies

(Ouh-woah, ouh-woah)
(Ouh-woah, ouh-woah)
(Ouh-woah, ouh-woah)
(Ouh-woah)