Wrong
They beat everyone to drip harder
They ain't got me thinking wrong I'm not a shotta
Late night evenings they mix it up with soda
I don't need to trap them with a Motorola
Crime ain't got no face
But they all go the same way, yeah
They've been tripping on you and you didn't notice
That is the way they are
They beat everyone to drip harder
They ain't got me thinking wrong I'm not a shotta
Late night evenings they mix it up with soda
I don't need to trap them with a motorola
Even if she's the queen of hearts he may discard her
If you had a heart boy you'd be smarter
She goes harder no one left to hold her
And I told her next week he's gonna go to Arizona, yeah
I was never satisfied by your side
I always dreamed of that you hold me tight
You'd better stay alone than feeling this pain
You turned me to a whole 'nother person, I'll never be the same, yeah
I don't play this game, yeah
I'll never be the same, yeah
Please don't let him fool you
You stuck on my mind
They beat everyone to drip harder
They ain't got me thinking wrong I'm not a shotta
Late night evenings they mix it up with soda
I don't need to trap them with a motorola
Even if she's the queen of hearts he may discard her
If you had a heart boy you'd be smarter
She goes harder no one left to hold her
And I told her next week he's gonna go to Arizona, yeah
They ain't got me thinking wrong I'm not a shotta
Late night evenings they mix it up with soda
I don't need to trap them with a Motorola
Crime ain't got no face
But they all go the same way, yeah
They've been tripping on you and you didn't notice
That is the way they are
They beat everyone to drip harder
They ain't got me thinking wrong I'm not a shotta
Late night evenings they mix it up with soda
I don't need to trap them with a motorola
Even if she's the queen of hearts he may discard her
If you had a heart boy you'd be smarter
She goes harder no one left to hold her
And I told her next week he's gonna go to Arizona, yeah
I was never satisfied by your side
I always dreamed of that you hold me tight
You'd better stay alone than feeling this pain
You turned me to a whole 'nother person, I'll never be the same, yeah
I don't play this game, yeah
I'll never be the same, yeah
Please don't let him fool you
You stuck on my mind
They beat everyone to drip harder
They ain't got me thinking wrong I'm not a shotta
Late night evenings they mix it up with soda
I don't need to trap them with a motorola
Even if she's the queen of hearts he may discard her
If you had a heart boy you'd be smarter
She goes harder no one left to hold her
And I told her next week he's gonna go to Arizona, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Robertson Wagner, Jonas Neusser, Jan Metternich
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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