Texty

With all the kissin', the touchin', the bitin', the tuggin' You know, you know I love what you do (You know I know I love what you do) And all the spittin', the cursin', the fightin' and fussin' You know I'm only fuckin' with you (I bet you I was only thinkin' if I) If I could, I'd take you everywhere But you know I can't do nothin' with you (You know I can't do nothin' with you) You know I never looked as good as I do, and it's the truth No bullshit, I'm nothin' without you Say, I should take this heart and pawn it at the auction I don't need it, I'mma slay this bitch and take ya shoppin' 'Cause what good is any heart if it can break in pieces? I would rather have no feelings, than cryin' and sobbin' When I met you, I was broke as the rope on the faucet I had dreams that I would blow like a Nintendo Cartridge I was hungry, I was dirty, I needed a shower Said you fed me, and you clothed me, you packed me a sack lunch Papa said, "When I get older, get a girl like your momma" But I'm twenty years old and runnin' out of options How I'm supposed to trust ya? Ain't you one of them ones tryin' to run up Pose for the perfect picture, upload and post it? Question: Is you with me or not? I'm from the city where they wear bikinis in the water drought But I'm used to having cyclones blown in and out of my life So it's no biggie if you need time to figure it out With all the kissin', the touchin', the bitin', the tuggin' You know, you know I love what you do (You know I know I love what you do) And all the spittin', the cursin', the fightin' and fussin' You know I'm only fuckin' with you (I bet you I was only thinkin' if I) If I could, I'd take you everywhere But you know I can't do nothin' with you (You know I can't do nothin' with you) You know I never looked as good as I do, and it's the truth No bullshit, I'm nothin' without you You know you wrong, shit you out of pocket Remember you was couch surfin', you ain't have a casa And mi casa, I would buy you shoes from out the locker Even though I heard around the town from all the gossip Between they legs and slidin' limousines in garages Heard your mama cheated on ya daddy, you just like her Karma come around, remember what happened to Tiger Game over, dead wrong, Biggie Wallace I was the one you counted on before you stacked your wallets Talkin' 'bout me, motherfucker, you the one with problems Haha, you played yourself for a photo that you ain't know though I only took from niggas trying to slide up in the DM And show 'em I was happy with the nigga I was seein' But you fucked up, stupid, so I guess I'll go and see 'em As you contemplate how to get me back like Liam No fuckin' tonight, I'll be gone by the PM With all the kissin', the touchin', the bitin', the tuggin' You know, you know I love what you do (You know I know I love what you do) And all the spittin', the cursin', the fightin' and fussin' You know I'm only fuckin' with you (I bet you I was only thinkin' if I) If I could, I'd take you everywhere But you know I can't do nothin' with you (You know I can't do nothin' with you) You know I never looked as good as I do, and it's the truth No bullshit, I'm nothin' without you Might not get, might not get any better Might not, might not get, might not get any better Might not, might not get
Writer(s): Patrick Douthit, Marlanna Evans, Brandon Paak Anderson, Naomi Grace Saalfield, Paul Anthony Bender, Perrin Moss, Simon George Mavin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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