Tory Lanez - A Fools Tale Running Back (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Tory Lanez - A Fools Tale Running Back (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
You hurt me, you got me
Acting like I'm not me
I dig that, I'm big mad
The big bag, Versace
Oh, if you ain't love me like that
You wouldn't keep runnin' back
Oh, it's so hard to hold back
When you keep coming back,
I'm glad, yeah
And when I need her back,
I just put it on replay
Fly her to Miami, in the city
where the Heat play
Had her in the sheets, finna
cut her like a DJ
Fifteen bottles like a quince
She don't pay attention to
that him say and she say
Said it two times, then I jinxed it
Saw right through me, had a cup full
of lies as I drinked it, uh
Only gonna get it when she want it
New Givenchy, Birkin bag,
girl, I was goin' in
Now you got some', baby, flaunt it
Wishin' I kept it honest
Oh, you got some, oh, you got some
Oh, you got somebody
But you won't stop frontin',
you won't stop frontin'
You won't stop frontin' on it, babe
You won't stop frontin' on it,
babe (Runnin' back to me)
See, when I get the strength
to leave (Runnin' back)
You, you can learn to appreciate
me (Runnin' back to me)
Then it all remains the same
(She runnin' back to me)
That you ain't never gonna change,
never gonna change
You got me, I got you
You actin' out like you not you
The rumors, all not true (True)
You givin' away everything, I got you
Oh, Birkin bags and them
tags won't get me back
I gave a fuck, you blow fifty stacks
You mad as fuck when
I spit these facts
'Cause you can spend it
ten ways (Ten ways)
Never cared about your money, regardless
of what my friends say
'Cause there is nothing
that they can say
Tory, if you really want it, you
come Wednesday to Wednesday
Boss bitch whip, I pull
up, cause a frenzy
No scratch on it, no Spud,
no MacKenzie, uh
For all of my ladies, sing this
song if you can't do wrong
Oh, you got somebody (Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah)
You won't stop frontin' on it, babe (You
won't stop frontin' on me, no)
Oh, you got some, oh, you got some (Swear
that you got somebody, yeah)
But you won't stop frontin', you
won't stop frontin' (You know
you won't stop frontin')
You always tell me that you need
me (Runnin' back to me)
And I'm weak 'cause I believe
you (She runnin' back to me)
And I'm mad because I love
you (Runnin' back to me)
So I stop and think that
maybe (Runnin' back)
You can learn to appreciate
me (Runnin' back to me)
Draft you to the team like Kobe in '96
Blue and orange drops like Ewing
signed to the Knicks
You fine and you thick, get
you assigned to the dick
Have you runnin' back and forth
like suicides in this bitch
Do or dies in this bitch, like
shoot from line in this bitch
I stunt so hard, I stuff
credit cards in Goyards
Your face, no flaws,
no case, no charge
Pulled up in BMs, we spendin'
daily per diems
From AM to the PM, you would
hop inside my bed
Get it wetter than, what's
that line? Uh
Spray 'em where you see 'em
That's why I'm payin' no attention
to chicks, I'm playin' in my DM
I know dropout Rovers, pop out sofas
Was with me when I wasn't eatin',
we would pop out Stouffer's
You see, that's why I'm
still fuckin' with you
Head down, ten toes, still
thuggin' with you (Word)
Takin' long flights out to DR
I'm still in Palos, back to Caicos
Trips for the chick that swing
them hips like Miss Juegos
From questions like, "How'd
your day go?"
I spend it, extended the
suite another week
In Dego, just to watch the day go
As far as bankroll, bank go
I can speak for it with the
trips like sprain on ankle
I keep mami on everyone of 'em,
shit, I'm sonnin' 'em
Niggas talkin' crazy to bae,
I point the gun at 'em
Super hell shit pop up,
dun-dun-dun at 'em
Was with me back when I was
broke, and so I run it up
Anything for you, I swerve
in the lane for you
Hop in the drop top, still
work in the rain for you
Nurture this pain for you
'Cause even days that it ain't workin'
I'm still lurkin' and hurtin',
in pain for you
See the art was I was shootin'
from the heart
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