Make Out - Yogurt Cookie Remix
We break up just to make up
Forget about it when we wake up
Baby, where're you tranna take us
I say I love you in a drunk text
You come thru like it ain't shit
And you know I hate it
But don't keep me waiting
Cause I ain't got no patience
I hit the road and get a paycheck
I come back you don't say shit
Do we speak the same language
Point the finger who you blaming
Bla bla bla is what you saying
Ima give you what you need
Stop playing, playing, stop playing
I push you, shove
It's hate, it's love
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's colder
Can't give you up
Even if you fuck it up
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's colder
We make up just to make love
Ice me, go to Jacob
Pricey, no paycut
That's how you like me, no makeup
I come thru like you ain't shit
And I know you hate it
But you kept me waiting
Playing hard to get, make me work for it
I hit the road and get a paycheck
I come back you don't say shit
Do we speak the same language
Point the finger who you blaming
Bla bla bla is what you saying
Ima give you what you need
Stop playing, playing, stop playing
I push you, shove
It's hate, it's love
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's cold
Can't give you up
Even if you fuck it up
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's colder
Forget about it when we wake up
Baby, where're you tranna take us
I say I love you in a drunk text
You come thru like it ain't shit
And you know I hate it
But don't keep me waiting
Cause I ain't got no patience
I hit the road and get a paycheck
I come back you don't say shit
Do we speak the same language
Point the finger who you blaming
Bla bla bla is what you saying
Ima give you what you need
Stop playing, playing, stop playing
I push you, shove
It's hate, it's love
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's colder
Can't give you up
Even if you fuck it up
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's colder
We make up just to make love
Ice me, go to Jacob
Pricey, no paycut
That's how you like me, no makeup
I come thru like you ain't shit
And I know you hate it
But you kept me waiting
Playing hard to get, make me work for it
I hit the road and get a paycheck
I come back you don't say shit
Do we speak the same language
Point the finger who you blaming
Bla bla bla is what you saying
Ima give you what you need
Stop playing, playing, stop playing
I push you, shove
It's hate, it's love
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's cold
Can't give you up
Even if you fuck it up
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's colder
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Tailes, Unknown, Kateryna Mykhailenko
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.