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Paroles de 8 figga

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Paroles de la chanson 8 figga par Emory lyrics officiel

8 figga est une chanson en Anglais

I'm barely honest with myself
I don't know what you expected
I got sensitive skin
You hurt me and it get hectic
Ain't no Aveeno,
For this scene, hoe
I'm already affected
I think I'm feeling neglected
You tryna go undetected
But I'm greedy, and
I think
I'm wanting more now
Give me what I want before
I gots to kick the door down
I'm a homewrecker
Say it with my chest out
Cause you know it
And I know it
I'm the fucking best out

But you keep testing my patience
With these sad replications
You been moving with Caucasians
Hitting different locations
Now you doing donations
You telling me you been working with
United Nations?
Cause this shit charity work
I go beserk
When I see you with these niggas
Like you not
On my line still
Talking bout
"Emory baby,
You know that you fine still"
I hit u with that
"Mmm, you know that you mine still,
He be in yo panties but it's me
On yo mind still"
You told me that cause with me
You never phony
We link up and we sync up
Cause with me, you never lonely
He rightfully suspicious,
"What's the business?"
Think he on me
There you go, calming him down
Telling him
I'm just the homie
I'm the homie ?

Well damn,
I'm the one that had you first
I think I'd get the upper hand
But you use me, then I'm canned
This wasn't part of the plan
But honestly,
It's really on-brand for you
You need a

8 figga
Big strong nigga
Real long dicker
Front line kicker
Meanwhile nigga,
I'm just tryna get rich quicker
Don't do liquor, but I stay
With the flicka,
And you hate that shit
You know I ate that shit
Selfish bitch,
I can't believe
I almost ate that shit
Now you got me
Looking dumb, uh uh uh
Now you got me looking dumb
Uh, uh

You really like him?
That's what you telling me
"This one gone be different"
Nah girl,
You ain't selling me
Keep tugging on my heart
And you gone bring
Out the hell in me
Blocking me so you can't
Hear or see me
Oh you tryna
Helen me?
BET
I'm fucking shit up now
This the type of mood
Where the throats can get cut now
Playing me a fool,
Tugging with them
For your love now,
But you know you coming
Back to me as soon as
It's sundown
Cause we was fourteen
With a pocket full of dreams
Jeans bursting at the seams
With the plans we was making
All the risks we was taking,
Just for a hi and goodbye
Yo parents hatin on me heavily
Stealthily, had to hide
And they was there for all of that
Watching from line on the side
If I only knew the plotting
They was doing inside
I mean damn,
That shit really hurted me
That bitch used to worship me
You just use me to flirt with me
Cause, you need a

8 figga
Big strong nigga
Real long dicker
Front line kicker
Meanwhile nigga,
I'm just tryna get rich quicker
Don't do liquor, but I stay
With the flicka,
And you hate that shit
You know I ate that shit
Selfish bitch,
I can't believe
I almost ate that shit
Now you got me
Looking dumb, uh uh uh
Now you got me looking dumb
Uh, uh

Man
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Auteur: Emory Jackson
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