paroles de chanson Make Up To Break Up - VickeeLo

Come on, Mykel (let's go)
Make 'em feel it in they back, Mykel
Come on, Mykel (let's go)
Make 'em feel it in they back, Mykel

Ain't no breaking up, bitch, we take breaks
Hoes be waiting on the side to get in the game
I'll kick that bitch to the curb in a minute
Give him to you, ho, take him back, I ain't finished
Just like that, now that nigga don't know ya
Thought you did something, well, bitch, lemme show ya
That's my nigga even on mad day
Fuck that nigga, but he still my bae

Them hoes be ready for the break-up, on standby
Then we making up, askin' questions like
"Why he fucking with me?"
My pussy got him on lock, you still a duck I see
He giving me the bag, no questions, ho
He come when I call without a question, ho
Oh, yeah, I'm that bitch, and that's for sure
I'm VickeeLo if you hoes ain't know

We break up just to make up
I hate you when we make love
He said, "You mad at me, lemme fix it"
Bend that ass over, make that bitch kiss it, kiss it
Break up, but when we make up
Dick so good, boy gave me amnesia
I hopped on that dick, start riding, boy, please me, please me
He opened up my legs, start eating

Oh boy (oh boy), the way you eating me
Ain't no such thing as leaving me (leaving me)
Fuck me so right, stop teasing me
He put that dick in and start beating me (beating me)
Beat this pussy up, ooh, I like that (ooh, I like that)
Put it in, boy, and watch me fuck back (right there)
Beat this pussy up like a gun charge (gun charge)

I'm talking 'bout that boy out the ninth ward (ninth ward)
I'm talking 'bout that boy out the eighth ward (eighth ward)
I'm talking 'bout that boy out the tenth ward (tenth ward)
I'm talking 'bout that boy out the third ward (third ward, third ward, third ward...)

I'm talking 'bout that boy off second and D (second and D)
Thought he had me gone when he put it in me
Looked him in his eyes, pussy grippin' that meat (grippin' that meat)
Ooh, grip that meat
Grip, grip, grip, grip, grip, grip, grip, grip
Grip, grip, grip, grip, grip that meat
Grip, grip, grip, grip, grip, grip, grip, grip that meat
Grip that meat

I'm gon' hurt your feelings every chance I get
Next time know who you fuckin' with, bitch
Break up just to make up
Break up just to make up
Break up just to make up (that's why we made)
I ain't going nowhere, bitch
He ain't going nowhere, bitch (that's why we made)
That's mines, and that's for sure
I'm VickeeLo if you hoes ain't know (hoes ain't know)