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Rhyon Brown
Rhyon Brown
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Rhyon Brown
Rhyon Brown
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H-Money produced it You know she's on the come up Boy that's a lot to stomach Threw up my love for nothing Tried to convince me that I Should swallow my pride Boy, fuck your ride or die She gets you on the weekends I get you in the weakened Boy, did I get the weak end She gets you on the weekends I get you in the weakened How did I get the weak end? Does she even know who I am? Probably thinks I'm just a friend Tired of playing that cool shit Sick and tired make me wonder why I deal with your bullshit Oh, yeah Tired of playing a fool, tired of playing a fool Trying to keep my cool, trying to keep my cool You can keep your rules, I'ma keep my cool Tired of being your fool, tired of being your fool She make feel alive, you make me feel a vibe You make me better, you my Corretta But not 'cause of her, you got vendettas You 'bout to lose it, the coupe 'bout to have a vacancy 'Cause lately my pillow carry the fragrance That resembles some other bitch And my decisions don't reflect The best intentions heaven sent you but, damn Now your homegirl like, "Bitch you better get your man" Bitch, you better fist throw, kick hoes Niggas don't resist 'cause we thinkin' with our dick and pants listen Barely afloat we in the deep end Still wouldn't forgive me if I repent My trifling ways are far from decent That's why she gets me on the weekend Hey ladies (yeah) Ever caught yourself staying When you knew that he was playing But you still entertaining Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let me hear you say (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hey ladies (yeah) Had your issues with the girl When you know she ain't the problem 'Cause you know that he's still calling say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let me hear you say (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Say yeah, yeah She gets you on the weekends I get you in the weakened Boy, did I get the weak end She gets you on the weekends I get you in the weakened How did I get the weak end? Does she even know? (Does she even know who I am?) Does she even know? Probably thinks I'm just a friend Tired of playing that cool shit Sick and tired make me wonder why I deal with your bullshit Oh, yeah Does she even know who I am? (Does she even know? Ooh, yeah) Probably thinks I'm just a friend Tired of playing that cool shit Sick and tired make me wonder why I deal with your bullshit Oh, yeah
Writer(s): Harmony Samuels, Edgar Etienne, Rhyon Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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