Less Romantic
We was fucking for the love but now it's less romantic
I touched more than your guts I hit your soul but now that shit is damaged
Now who are we to blame cause you fucked me with a broken heart not knowing we the same
We was fucking for the love but now we fuck just because
Never needed stimulants but now you need drugs
I'm the one who taught you how to fuck like this
Got your pussy dripping like the bust on my wrist
Caught you taking pictures you was working on your angles
Wasn't in to fashion now it's Jimmy Choo your ankles
I could make you viral fuck your silhouette
Putting dick deep in your stomach I make you skip a breath
Scared to wake the neighbors so you letting out a light scream
You surprised that you squirted look like a deer caught in high beams
Don't run from it can you keep it 100 saying you don't want nothing but we know you want something
You want love and loyalty
That girl ain't your friend she just enjoy your tea
Word to A Boogie no I don't trust bitches
Had my heart broke one time now it's hard for me to love women
I just want the whole thing not no pieces my love
Told you that I love different so why do you deny love
And I can drop you in the latest but you not impressed with fashion
You knowing that I'm hating you a home body
You say that you feel all alone you on the phone probably
Talking to a Nigga who bank is bigger than mine
But I know you want me to show you everything that they can not do
It's my left stroke right stroke hit it from the back now
Turning on the TV to hide your moan in the background
This that 2 in the morning can not get caught shit
Fuck you slow and keep it quiet girl we in your mom crib
We was fucking for the love but now it's less romantic
I touched more than your guts I hit your soul but now that shit is damaged
Now who are we to blame cause you fucked me with a broken heart not knowing we the same
We was fucking for the love but now we fuck just because
Never needed stimulants but now you need drugs
I'm the one who taught you how to fuck like this
Got your pussy dripping like the bust on my wrist
I touched more than your guts I hit your soul but now that shit is damaged
Now who are we to blame cause you fucked me with a broken heart not knowing we the same
We was fucking for the love but now we fuck just because
Never needed stimulants but now you need drugs
I'm the one who taught you how to fuck like this
Got your pussy dripping like the bust on my wrist
Caught you taking pictures you was working on your angles
Wasn't in to fashion now it's Jimmy Choo your ankles
I could make you viral fuck your silhouette
Putting dick deep in your stomach I make you skip a breath
Scared to wake the neighbors so you letting out a light scream
You surprised that you squirted look like a deer caught in high beams
Don't run from it can you keep it 100 saying you don't want nothing but we know you want something
You want love and loyalty
That girl ain't your friend she just enjoy your tea
Word to A Boogie no I don't trust bitches
Had my heart broke one time now it's hard for me to love women
I just want the whole thing not no pieces my love
Told you that I love different so why do you deny love
And I can drop you in the latest but you not impressed with fashion
You knowing that I'm hating you a home body
You say that you feel all alone you on the phone probably
Talking to a Nigga who bank is bigger than mine
But I know you want me to show you everything that they can not do
It's my left stroke right stroke hit it from the back now
Turning on the TV to hide your moan in the background
This that 2 in the morning can not get caught shit
Fuck you slow and keep it quiet girl we in your mom crib
We was fucking for the love but now it's less romantic
I touched more than your guts I hit your soul but now that shit is damaged
Now who are we to blame cause you fucked me with a broken heart not knowing we the same
We was fucking for the love but now we fuck just because
Never needed stimulants but now you need drugs
I'm the one who taught you how to fuck like this
Got your pussy dripping like the bust on my wrist
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Writer(s): Dante Crenshaw
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