Lyrics:
one bad taste on my lips
Number one reason my heart broke
But I might be somehow worse than her
But I guess I'll never know
And baby you're the best
really I'm grateful (Ella)
(Maybach Music)
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you
slam
A one ton sumo as a young chap on Colfax
With no dough stacked
I went up in Diana Ross raw
Caught the soul clap
Big brother tapped my phone
That's
Babygirl dirty like diana
Dirty like the Fanta
Thick like the women
In Atlanta (Women in Atlanta)
Whine like dancer
Shorty is a problem
I
no bad by you
dream with me for a second
you and I go together
doesnt matter what ew do
I only wanna do it with you
Windows down in the morning
me?
When they see my guy walking down the street
The other guys are mesmerized
He's the kind of guy that they wanna be
But they know not to even
on to the ghost of my body
You know that good lives make bad stories, you can text me
When punching mattresses gets old
Don't think it'll always be this way
Not
on reset,
Look at da past it was preset,
How I know da future pre fixed,
Through us all by our existence.
Verse 2
I was told to do it
Be da first
accompany me
If there's fools in this life
Then a happy fool is what I wanna be
So I'll be glad to learn about you, baby
You can learn a thing or two
the nigga loon n wanna get they blaze on play on get
Tapped by Shavian 'cause nigga Loon been a bad boy since day one.
[Trina (chorus)]
I just wanna roll wit
you might walk by
(Never know)
So I gotta be right on time when I see you
RIP, ooh
And something now is taking over me, hah
(What?) ayy, devil on my
fans
Can't be wrong
But a hundred million Backstreet
Fans can be moms, nick
Our fans are moms, and it's not that bad
The '90s were crazy
Charlie I could
even Know where My head is
I been fucked up
Not where I wanna be, but I am Where I need To be
I'm always up late night on days That I need to Sleep
I had
peace of mind
I just wanna feel a bit alive
You just want to see me bad
And I don't want you by my side
I just wanna be by myself sipping Hennessy
for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
'm on you
Got a hundred bad bitches, only want you
Wanna be your best friend in the world
I'll buy you shoes
Spend some money on some jewels
Put some weight
Boo-ah-ah
I got the good life, no strife, real nice
An I'm a papa my son Trey haha
An when I'm on tour, he be mad I'm gone
But then he smile an come
I'm so bored by myself
Don't wanna hang out with anybody else
You say I'm bad luck
But you can't seem to get enough
Sometimes life is
ain't, I'm the bad guy
Type of guy that'll drag five girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye
Must be
a bae, don't wan' be with me now
You ain't right and I see it written all in your eyes
Tell no lies, y'all bitches wanna fuck with me now
I ain't make
I just want a girl like you yea
I just want a girl like you yea
you never gonna be like me yea
cuz that's a bad story yea
way too bad yea
way too bad
never bested
I don't need to be light
So why the fuck would I waste my
Time with no acceptance for life bitch
When the moon shine bright and
The night
like my armor, and that I'm a performer
They read one magazine and wanna think that they gon' get warmer
They only getting colder hell, maybe I should
i didn’t wanna let you go yet
wish i could hold you one last time so bad
and i just wanna let you know that
someday i’ll be coming back to you
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