paroles de chanson SIMMA - Leno Banton feat. Iotosh

I used to be tha′ nigga you'd call to fluff you pillow
But not again, because mi cyah build you a villa
I used to be your holmes; laughing, talking on the phone
Now I′m on my own-- you gone sim simma inna bimma
I used to be tha' nigga you'd call to fluff you pillow
But not again, because mi cyah build you a villa
I used to be you holmes; laughing, talking on the phone
Now I′m on my own-- you gone sim simma inna bimma

Maybe I′m no king and I got no riches
So I can't buy you things
But I got love to give
But that′s not enough for you
Need hairstyle and you wah the shoes
Gaining the world so yourself you lose
Cyah tell yuh which road fi choose
So you do what you got to do
Now she gone leave me
Every week, man see you inna new front seat
No shame tree, nah hide and dweet
See you standard drop, like jeezam peas
That's not the girl mi used to know
Doing anything fi star the show
Every man seh she hot, to me she cold

I used to be tha′ nigga you'd call to fluff you pillow
But not again, because mi cyah build you a villa
I used to be you holmes; laughing, talking on the phone
Now I′m on my own-- you gone sim simma inna bimma
I used to be tha' nigga you'd call to fluff you pillow
But not again, because mi cyah build you a villa
I used to be you holmes; laughing, talking on the phone
Now I′m on my own-- you gone sim simma inna bimma

Mi hope the drive it sweet you
Have you own space so you nah get squeeze up
And you new man seh him nah mistreat you
′Cause you never like tek the bus
No public love but mi try mi luck
Tek mi swing but me a out fi ducks
Seems like I got no luck with love
A my fault seh mi try get close to you?
A my fault me feel mi coulda open up
But a me did fool, or a you so cruel?
'Cause you, for me mi just couldn′t get enough
Seem like mi never rock your boat
Girl, how you so cut-throat?
You switch pon me like remote

I used to be tha' nigga you′d call to fluff you pillow
But not again, because mi cyah build you a villa
I used to be you holmes; laughing, talking on the phone
Now you gone sim simma inna bimma
I used to be tha' nigga you′d call to fluff you pillow
But not again, because mi cyah build you a villa
I used to be you holmes; laughing, talking on the phone
Now you gone sim simma inna bimma--

Girl, you never used to be materialistic
I thought you'd stay down with me 'til we wig split
Lips that spoke of love lied and left me missing your mystic
While a next man a taste you lipstick
You get blinded by the lights when you see the wrist flick
Benz drive live, now you want a stick shift
Need for speed, sports car, fast bike-- fast life (a that you like)
Five-Star hotel treatment (a that you like)
I really wish you all the best in life
I really wish that I coulda provide
The lifestyle that you always wanted to live
But the truth is, all I got is love to give
Want shade under green leaves but skipping the root
Flower child gone wild, you blooming fi the root
Me will gwaan work cause hard labour bring the fruit
But it′s sad cause I knew you

I used to be that nigga
I used to fluff you pillow
Right where you lay your head
Back when we shared a bed