Hoe tell me the other day "she sent a nigga to jail"
Man I thought it was legal to beat cho hoe
Shit cho hoe, fuck
Blowing up the phone, she see me calling her
I whip up in the drive way she done packed up my stuff
And I'm like what the fuck, can't even talk to her
Ain't gone lie dis pussy good, it make me feel like stalking her
We supposed to be in love, we posed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
Any way that we talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We posed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, we posed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
Any way that we talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We posed to be in love
How the fuck is you, why the fuck is you falling all in ya feeling
No understanding I'm ignorant, you'd prolly say that I'm trippin
Throw da left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss ya
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no quitting
No surrender, no retreat, park the whip, hop out on feet
Me and her brother jouge together, he bet not get in my business
This shit serious, if you wit it, shit get injured did I mention
How I'm rockin, you gone pop me or it's back to penitentiary
Blowing up the phone, she see me calling her
I whip up in the drive way she done packed up my stuff
And I'm like what the fuck, can't even talk to her
Ain't gone lie dis pussy good, it make me feel like stalking her
We supposed to be in love, we posed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
Any way that we talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We posed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, we posed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
Any way that we talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We posed to be in love
Hollerin, Shoutin, you got loud, I bom bom you
Rip the gown you, had around you
Threw you down, smelled yo flounder
If you just said dick you down, I would've toilet water drowned you
Know my heart is pounding, I don't talk around a lot of niggas I don't know
I don't know oh. Blowing up ya mama like "Mama we having problems
Passing by your house like come outside before it get violent
Lights off, mask on, silent (shh)
compositores: Kevin Gilyard, Kevin Andre Price
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