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)