Tainted Love
(Ohh ohh ohh)
(Ohh oh ohhhh)
(He's the golden Child)
Tryna hold you close, I ain't talking bout the pills boutta overdose
Ima really dick you down talking deep strokes
Tryna really lay it down see how far you go
Man these other niggas clowns you is not a hoe
You was tryna play your role that's how life go
Thinking bout different positions talking figure four
All these other bitches clowns you the main show
You had told me I wasn't good enough
I had to tell you, Must not know that I ain't give a fuck
You let these niggas eat your ass and say I'm switching up
You supposed to hold it down for me why you giving up yeah
You had told me I wasn't good enough
I had to tell her, Must not know that I ain't give a fuck
You let these niggas eat your ass and say I'm switching up
You supposed to hold it down for me why you giving up
(Slow down on it)
(Just go down on it)
(Fuck it do a round on it)
(No dial tone, hit the pound on it)
(Slow down on it)
(Just go down on it)
(Fuck it do a round on it)
(No dial tone, hit the pound on it)
Problem Child, know it's gonna be a while
Just to see you smile, I'll probably walk a hundred miles
Tryna make it clap, I ain't talking bout no gun sounds
Fuck a fight night, Bitch I'm tryna go 100 rounds
Love to see you move, you be doing your thing
When you riding it on top, I want you wearing my chain
No my name ain't fucking major but I'm bringing the pain
You know I'm bound to leave a mark, I ain't talking about Cain
Ohh ohh ohhh
Ohh ohh ohhh
I just wanna give you love
Ohh ohh ohhh
Ohh ohh ohhh
But this that tainted love
(Slow down on it
(Just go down on it
(Fuck it do a round on it)
(No dial tone, bout to pound on it)
(Slow down on it)
(Just go down on it)
(Fuck it do a round on)
(No dial tone, hit the pound on it)
Problem Child, know it's gonna be a while
Just to see you smile, I'll probably walk a hundred miles
Tryna make it clap, I ain't talking bout no gun sounds
Fuck a fight night, Bitch I'm tryna go 100 rounds
Love to see you move, you be doing your thing
When you riding it on top, I want you wearing my chain
No my name ain't fucking major but I'm bringing the pain
You know I'm bound to leave a mark, I ain't talking about Cain
(Ohh oh ohhhh)
(He's the golden Child)
Tryna hold you close, I ain't talking bout the pills boutta overdose
Ima really dick you down talking deep strokes
Tryna really lay it down see how far you go
Man these other niggas clowns you is not a hoe
You was tryna play your role that's how life go
Thinking bout different positions talking figure four
All these other bitches clowns you the main show
You had told me I wasn't good enough
I had to tell you, Must not know that I ain't give a fuck
You let these niggas eat your ass and say I'm switching up
You supposed to hold it down for me why you giving up yeah
You had told me I wasn't good enough
I had to tell her, Must not know that I ain't give a fuck
You let these niggas eat your ass and say I'm switching up
You supposed to hold it down for me why you giving up
(Slow down on it)
(Just go down on it)
(Fuck it do a round on it)
(No dial tone, hit the pound on it)
(Slow down on it)
(Just go down on it)
(Fuck it do a round on it)
(No dial tone, hit the pound on it)
Problem Child, know it's gonna be a while
Just to see you smile, I'll probably walk a hundred miles
Tryna make it clap, I ain't talking bout no gun sounds
Fuck a fight night, Bitch I'm tryna go 100 rounds
Love to see you move, you be doing your thing
When you riding it on top, I want you wearing my chain
No my name ain't fucking major but I'm bringing the pain
You know I'm bound to leave a mark, I ain't talking about Cain
Ohh ohh ohhh
Ohh ohh ohhh
I just wanna give you love
Ohh ohh ohhh
Ohh ohh ohhh
But this that tainted love
(Slow down on it
(Just go down on it
(Fuck it do a round on it)
(No dial tone, bout to pound on it)
(Slow down on it)
(Just go down on it)
(Fuck it do a round on)
(No dial tone, hit the pound on it)
Problem Child, know it's gonna be a while
Just to see you smile, I'll probably walk a hundred miles
Tryna make it clap, I ain't talking bout no gun sounds
Fuck a fight night, Bitch I'm tryna go 100 rounds
Love to see you move, you be doing your thing
When you riding it on top, I want you wearing my chain
No my name ain't fucking major but I'm bringing the pain
You know I'm bound to leave a mark, I ain't talking about Cain
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Writer(s): Jaylen Stocks
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