Lyrics:
BLcCKOUT
By: Keithian & Kirsten Collins
V:
You should've said you were sorry. You should have told me the truth.
I should have know you were bad for
morning in the canopy bed
Slip a kiss to the Miss, you the man she says
Mirror, mirror, need I call?
You know, uno, bad breath an all
Times I been fed
imma lefty
Say she wanna sex me but I'm balling, Collin Sexton
Put your money where your mouth is, I bet you, you ain't betting higher
I'm on fire
Just
trouble to me
Opposites attract, I guess this is that
Good girl, bad guy, what a perfect match
And if we fuck you gon' wanna play bed ties
When we
the league woo
And when I'm with you I don't ever wanna leave what's up
And this ain't the last time I'm back at your door
Good and the bad times I'm telling
And I was scared to let you go, even though you treated me bad
But I don't want my kids to see me getting beat down
By daddy smacking mommy all around
You
& being poor, i forbid it)
Igbesi aye alafia, mofe, mofe (living healthily in life, I want that)
Ashiri bibo laye mi, mofe, mofe (being able to cater, I
that guy
But baby, I can save your day
'Til he comes flying by
I ain't bad, I do alright
Dig a ditch or dig on me tonight
I'm good for a laugh,
ain't giving up a motherfucking thing
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walk-bys
And you don't want
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
wish that she ain't do me bad
She wish that she ain't do me bad
Now all of her friends want my ass
She wish that my sex wasn't good
She know im the best
with some water I'm talking good crack
Baking soda and yola
You wouldn't sniff that
The flow a present
I'm telling I wouldn't give back
I'm on ice, I
sing my rhyme
About them same three bitches that fucked me good
Us niggas gotta do what the fuck we should when we want to
I might pass it
So get
I never wanted it so good
I never wanted it so bad
Take it all the way never turn back
I see you standing all by yourself
I can give it to you
No I
Like containers of butter say
I can't believe it ain't real
They want love but can't give it
That's a no mans deal, uh
This ain't a cry but just
Like containers of butter say
I can't believe it ain't real
They want love but can't give it
That's a no mans deal, uh
This ain't a cry but just a fact
breathe
Maybe after some S-E-X we'll watch a D-V-D
You be smoking on hella gas
I like that C-B-D
You L-I-K-E
Me
I L-O-V-E
Shit i got a crush
I want to give
seen your good side, but you giving bad vibes
I don't even know where we could've been
But it's always good girls messing with the bad guys
Why do good
older, she gon' still be bad like Lisa Raye
Uhh, Off this Remy and this Red Bull shawty said that I'm a handful
Uhh, Smokin' good gas, ain't got no paper
You want it? I want it
We want it. Let's do it
You want it? I want it
We want it
Good guy with bad intentions
You're a bad girl with good dimensions
Bae fuck these niggas, we got millions
Tell them bitches I'm your wife, I ain't no mistress
Youngboy woppin' wit' that glizzy, good precision if I
New York don't know that I rap
I stepped to a jawn, she callin' me "Modie," I ain't no hero
She want Novikov, ideally, but she good with Nobu, Robert
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you
But you still ain't callin' i left my cell
My pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
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