How You Gonna Tell Me
See, every time me and my man get into a fight, this girl is givin' her advice
She wanna say, "He ain't no good," and she think I should get another man in my life
But I don't see how she gon' tell me what she think a man should or should not be
Plus, her love life ain't right, she needs to get it tight before she be steppin' to me
Now, come on
If you've been divorced more than twice
And you wanna give advice about my love life, oh no
You can just forget that, I don't need that
So, you can just go ahead and keep that
And if you always lookin a mess
But yet, you wanna tell me how to dress, oh no
I don't wanna hear that, I won't take that
So, you can just go ahead and save that
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
Tell me, why do I find that the blind is always tryin' to lead the blind?
They always got somethin' to say everyday about the way you do your thang
But I don't see how they gon' tell me what I need or how I need to be
'Cause if they ain't doin' what I wanna do, livin' like I wanna live, I don't wanna hear it
Now, come on
If you've been divorced more than twice
And you wanna give advice about my love life, oh no
You can just forget that, I don't need that
So, you can just go ahead and keep that
And if you always lookin a mess
But yet, you wanna tell me how to dress, oh no
I don't wanna hear that, I won't take that
So, you can just go ahead and save that
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
You 'bout to lose your house and your ride too
'Cause you don't handle business like you should do
But you know how to fix my thang?
You dropped out of school in 11th grade
Strippin' everyday just so you could get paid
But you know how to fix my thang?
How you gonna tell me?
Whoa
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
But if you wanna give advice
Give advice about my life
Make sure that your shit is tight
How you gonna tell me?
But if you wanna give advice
Give advice about my life
Make sure that your shit is tight
How you gonna tell me?
She wanna say, "He ain't no good," and she think I should get another man in my life
But I don't see how she gon' tell me what she think a man should or should not be
Plus, her love life ain't right, she needs to get it tight before she be steppin' to me
Now, come on
If you've been divorced more than twice
And you wanna give advice about my love life, oh no
You can just forget that, I don't need that
So, you can just go ahead and keep that
And if you always lookin a mess
But yet, you wanna tell me how to dress, oh no
I don't wanna hear that, I won't take that
So, you can just go ahead and save that
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
Tell me, why do I find that the blind is always tryin' to lead the blind?
They always got somethin' to say everyday about the way you do your thang
But I don't see how they gon' tell me what I need or how I need to be
'Cause if they ain't doin' what I wanna do, livin' like I wanna live, I don't wanna hear it
Now, come on
If you've been divorced more than twice
And you wanna give advice about my love life, oh no
You can just forget that, I don't need that
So, you can just go ahead and keep that
And if you always lookin a mess
But yet, you wanna tell me how to dress, oh no
I don't wanna hear that, I won't take that
So, you can just go ahead and save that
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
You 'bout to lose your house and your ride too
'Cause you don't handle business like you should do
But you know how to fix my thang?
You dropped out of school in 11th grade
Strippin' everyday just so you could get paid
But you know how to fix my thang?
How you gonna tell me?
Whoa
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
At least, if you're gonna try and give advice about my life
Have your own shit right
'Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me
So, please, how you gonna tell me?
But if you wanna give advice
Give advice about my life
Make sure that your shit is tight
How you gonna tell me?
But if you wanna give advice
Give advice about my life
Make sure that your shit is tight
How you gonna tell me?
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Briggs, Kandi L Burruss, Mya Marie Harrison
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