paroles de chanson Four - MaalisDead feat. 3XIS

You know you fuckin' with the wrong one
I'm the right selection
In love with how you walk around in love with your complexion
I ain't never asked for much, baby, just give me the affection
She gone call me, tell me that's wassup, and that the sex close to perfection
Words powerful I learned my lesson
I walk around, I'm looking for somebody
Know I get to stepping, cold how they love a boy
Cold, how they love a boy
You watch me die
I try to hide
The fact that I cried for you
You watch me die
I try to hide
The fact the I cried for you

I can admit that I'm a little insecure
But all I ever wanted was your love and nothing more
And now my new hobby, collecting bodies, let them hit the floor
My body cold to the touch, heart feel like the snow

I got a new ring, new drip, tupac
Celebrate my death when I die, you go, hoorah
We get drunk off that, drink off that, Ciroc
Now the sky real clear, wait, okay, the sky real clear
So you come all in here, then I come all in you
Then we gon' disappear
You're scratching at my back while I'm moaning in your ear
I'm holding you real tight cause you know that you my dear

My dear, my dear my dear my
My dear, my dear my
My dear, my dear my

Like what is trust
Is it us or is it me
Why is trust so hard to see
Why is trust so hard to see
Broken hearted, soul collecting, lover boy time reflecting
How to fuck I'm posed to be when I really hate my reflection
Caught in my emotions, buy a diamond just to hide affections
Self projection problems, causing drama, with your mom about me
Okay, I'm seeing how you lying, that's a problem
Who the fuck that nigga in your comments
Get him gone, then he gone, that's no problem
Not till I seen you flicking up, you sent them hearts up in your comments
Bitch, now why you lying
On my momma, you can see you wasn't trying
Won't hide the fact you was motherfucking lying
I got the proof inside the pudding stirrup in, so you crying
I hit his jack, he hit me back, I got connects
I hit your phone, that bitch was just about your neck
Now you talking out your neck, you sorry this, you sorry that
Shut the fuck up, lil' bitch, I'll still shoot you in your
Hollon, that's a whole nother story
I ain't finna get into that shit
Let me stop, bitch