Valentine
They say what you won't do
Somebody else will
You was on a whole lotta gang shit
Out with your homies
You use to be hanging
Ain't have no time for me
Didn't wanna hear what I was saying
You told me I was always complaining
But while you was out fucking with her
Somebody else was putting me first
You thought she was better
She was worse(Ay Yeah)
Now my feelings for you in the back of hearse(Yeah ah)
My boo thang just bought me a purse
With a tennis bracelet that can make Stevie Wonder eyes hurt
Yeah
Now I'm walking into rooms with rose petals on the floor(All these roses)
God told me dry my eyes(Mmm)
Because he sending me a nigga(Oh oh)
That'll do much more
I'm beachside listening to the waves(Oh ah)
As they touch the shore
And don't gotta worry about no whores(I ain't worried)
Just Champagne and hors d'oeuvres(Mhmm)
I love this for me(I love it)
It's Valentine's day
And I'm getting bent over the balcony
Up twenty stories high
High in the sky
With a glass full of wine
You always made me feel a way
You barely took me on dates
Now everywhere I go I cannot keep these niggas up out my face
They wanna take me out to dinner
And put me on the plate
I'm acting bad and having my way
You always gave me second place
Now I get admired in the mirror while I'm beating my face
And I'm so glad you fumbled
You ain't step yo cookies up so they crumbled
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
It's Valentine's Day and everybody wanna send me a rose
Now I'm walking into rooms with rose petals on the floors(All these roses)
God told me dry my eyes(Oh ah)
Because he sending me a nigga (Oh oh)that'll do much more
I'm beachside listening to the waves(Oh yeah)
As they touch the shore
And I don't gotta worry about no whores(I ain't worried)
Just champagne and hors d'oeuvres(Oh oh)
I love this for me(I love it)
It's Valentine's day and I'm getting bent over(Over)the balcony(And over)
Up twenty stories (High)high
I'm high in the sky(La La La La)
With a glass full of wine(Mhm)
Yeah
Somebody else will
You was on a whole lotta gang shit
Out with your homies
You use to be hanging
Ain't have no time for me
Didn't wanna hear what I was saying
You told me I was always complaining
But while you was out fucking with her
Somebody else was putting me first
You thought she was better
She was worse(Ay Yeah)
Now my feelings for you in the back of hearse(Yeah ah)
My boo thang just bought me a purse
With a tennis bracelet that can make Stevie Wonder eyes hurt
Yeah
Now I'm walking into rooms with rose petals on the floor(All these roses)
God told me dry my eyes(Mmm)
Because he sending me a nigga(Oh oh)
That'll do much more
I'm beachside listening to the waves(Oh ah)
As they touch the shore
And don't gotta worry about no whores(I ain't worried)
Just Champagne and hors d'oeuvres(Mhmm)
I love this for me(I love it)
It's Valentine's day
And I'm getting bent over the balcony
Up twenty stories high
High in the sky
With a glass full of wine
You always made me feel a way
You barely took me on dates
Now everywhere I go I cannot keep these niggas up out my face
They wanna take me out to dinner
And put me on the plate
I'm acting bad and having my way
You always gave me second place
Now I get admired in the mirror while I'm beating my face
And I'm so glad you fumbled
You ain't step yo cookies up so they crumbled
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
It's Valentine's Day and everybody wanna send me a rose
Now I'm walking into rooms with rose petals on the floors(All these roses)
God told me dry my eyes(Oh ah)
Because he sending me a nigga (Oh oh)that'll do much more
I'm beachside listening to the waves(Oh yeah)
As they touch the shore
And I don't gotta worry about no whores(I ain't worried)
Just champagne and hors d'oeuvres(Oh oh)
I love this for me(I love it)
It's Valentine's day and I'm getting bent over(Over)the balcony(And over)
Up twenty stories (High)high
I'm high in the sky(La La La La)
With a glass full of wine(Mhm)
Yeah
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Writer(s): Jasmine Whitley
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