Back to You Songtext
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Back to You Songtext
Let′s start with Lauren
Lauren from LA
Used to valet parks and smoking green up in her beat up old Hyundai
Used to share dreams of selling shows to coliseums
Crowd roared, she had dreams but I ain't see ′em
Ooh, head games, rearranging her jaw
I only hit a couple times before she hit the airport
And of course I told her things that now she probably ignores
But she still rocking my shirt and her panties still in my drawers
Back to you
Back to you
Back to you
It's go Rhiannon
Streets had her blowing me like a cannon
With impeccable fashion but security was lacking
Commonwealth, she was with me and with everybody else
Call me daddy but she ain't got one herself
She stand on frail legs, she misunderstood
But so pretty, get any man with those titties
It′s a pity she don′t understand the power she withhold
I just pray she find herself before growing old takes a toll
Back to you
Back to you
Back to you
Michelle
Putting her whole family through hell
Live a life of luxury but wouldn't tell
Prefer to roll with gangs
Gucci, Prada and Louis were all her bags
Wiping plastic courtesy of mom and dad
Claimed to love me back
And God knows she was lying
But enjoyed being away from all her privilege
She preferred the villages
Forgetting that crack loans turn into crack domes
Scared her straight, she′d be better off at home
Saks, Chrome's, Bentley she let me drive on occasion
She done seen the world, I ain′t even had a vacation
It's amazing, living on the other side for a while
Then she kicked me to the curb when she seen my crooked smile
Back to you
Back to you
Back to you
But have you ever met a chick that make you call your other bitch
To call it off
And when you cancel all your shit
You shoot your shot and then you miss
Boy take the loss
Have you ever met a chick that make you call your other bitch
To call it off
And when you cancel all your shit
You shoot your shot and then you miss
Just waiting on that swish and when you got it
You would do anything just to pocket that
Treat her like a Glock in the bedroom the way you cock it back
Treat her like a queen, Cleopatra the way you honor that
Anything she want or prepares trips for designer tags
Anything she want, talking quiet dinners and sitcoms
Anything she want, tell her where I get all my shit from
Never taught how to love and that′s the truth
But if it's real you are the proof and I just wanna get back to you
Lauren from LA
Used to valet parks and smoking green up in her beat up old Hyundai
Used to share dreams of selling shows to coliseums
Crowd roared, she had dreams but I ain't see ′em
Ooh, head games, rearranging her jaw
I only hit a couple times before she hit the airport
And of course I told her things that now she probably ignores
But she still rocking my shirt and her panties still in my drawers
Back to you
Back to you
Back to you
It's go Rhiannon
Streets had her blowing me like a cannon
With impeccable fashion but security was lacking
Commonwealth, she was with me and with everybody else
Call me daddy but she ain't got one herself
She stand on frail legs, she misunderstood
But so pretty, get any man with those titties
It′s a pity she don′t understand the power she withhold
I just pray she find herself before growing old takes a toll
Back to you
Back to you
Back to you
Michelle
Putting her whole family through hell
Live a life of luxury but wouldn't tell
Prefer to roll with gangs
Gucci, Prada and Louis were all her bags
Wiping plastic courtesy of mom and dad
Claimed to love me back
And God knows she was lying
But enjoyed being away from all her privilege
She preferred the villages
Forgetting that crack loans turn into crack domes
Scared her straight, she′d be better off at home
Saks, Chrome's, Bentley she let me drive on occasion
She done seen the world, I ain′t even had a vacation
It's amazing, living on the other side for a while
Then she kicked me to the curb when she seen my crooked smile
Back to you
Back to you
Back to you
But have you ever met a chick that make you call your other bitch
To call it off
And when you cancel all your shit
You shoot your shot and then you miss
Boy take the loss
Have you ever met a chick that make you call your other bitch
To call it off
And when you cancel all your shit
You shoot your shot and then you miss
Just waiting on that swish and when you got it
You would do anything just to pocket that
Treat her like a Glock in the bedroom the way you cock it back
Treat her like a queen, Cleopatra the way you honor that
Anything she want or prepares trips for designer tags
Anything she want, talking quiet dinners and sitcoms
Anything she want, tell her where I get all my shit from
Never taught how to love and that′s the truth
But if it's real you are the proof and I just wanna get back to you
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