Fiendin

Like baby wait
I wanna taste of you
Actin out but I'd pray for you
Lock me out but I'd wait for you
Impatiently gone stay with you
Hate to choose
Nothin new
Burn me out but I'd hate to lose
Safe to say that I'm made for you

I love my Colombians
I lay under them
Or my Dominicans, they more intimate
Skin cinnamon
Less discipline
No citizen
I had a couple in my lifetime what a fun time, I'm not tryna go get into it
But I'd lie if I said I didn't have a few on standby wait like they minute men

I'm tired of actin hard
But you'd do the same if you had all my scars
Ain't tryna play my cards
Cause I knew I had a bad hand right from the start

Use to lovin hard
Whole lot of broken hearts
Wear them on my arms

She tryna leave meeee
Even though it's cold outside
She tryna leave me
Even though the streets have no life

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Credits
Writer(s): Jason Rosario
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