Letra de Le Vôtre - Pi’erre Bourne

Ayy, yeah, yeah

I thought I'd be alright by myself (I need you home)

She lives with somebody else (Can't let nobody)

Can't let nobody (Can't let nobody)

Can't let nobody (Can't let nobody)

Can't let nobody (Can't let nobody)

Can't let nobody (Can't let nobody, ayy)

She lives with somebody (She fucked up)

I miss your body (I miss your body)

I miss your waist, damn

My pockets fat

This purp' I rock is Raf, ayy

She want my bag

This bitch bendin' time in half, ayy

She in my pad, my crib she find a lash, ayy

Feel like this cash, money blue all the time, looks sad, ayy

Like, where are you at? New bitch want a boarding pass, ayy

She bring her friend, but her friend don't wanna go back, ayy (Hm, yeah)

Shit, I don't even know her like that

Shit, I don't even know her like that

Shit, I don't even know her like that, ayy

Uh, say she love me, I can't love you, baby

Yeah, on my momma, these hoes, I can't save 'em

Yeah, the whole world know how I feel about—

Yeah, all these bitches, man, I can't replace 'em

Uh-huh, I'm popular, that bitch made me an option

Uh-huh, binoculars, they see how far I've gotten

Uh-huh, the drop on her ass, this bitch already plottin'

Uh-huh, in God we trust, so I know God got me

Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)

Bitch, come home (Uh)

You already know what I want (Uh, uh)

Just come home (Uh)

Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)

Bitch, come home (Uh)

You already know what I want (Uh, uh)

Just come home (Ayy)

Yeah, the money come fast (Uh)

The bitches do too (Yeah)

I thumb through her pussy (Yeah)

I thumb through the loot (Yeah)

She rollin' in Grabba (Uh)

She makin' it shoot (Yeah)

I love every time (Yeah)

This bitch comin' through (Yeah)

I'm lettin' her down gently, I'm still feeling you (Yeah)

Even when I'm in her, I'm thinkin' 'bout you (Yeah)

Hope this time been healin' you

Let's talk about our feelings soon

I don't really care 'bout that nigga (Yeah)

'Cause all of my niggas shoot

Yeah, I miss protectin' you

My hand caressing you

Put it down like I'm destined to

Yeah, I know you packed up, then moved

Damn, I'm missin' that schedule

Yeah, talkin' 'bout all of our dreams and shit

I'm still believin' in you (Yeah)

Drivin' with me on the phone (Yeah)

Bitch, come home (Yeah)

You already know what I want (Uh, uh)

Just come home (Ayy)

Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)

Bitch, come home (Ayy)

You already know what I want (Uh, uh)

Just come home (Ayy)

Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)

Bitch, come home (Ayy)

You already know what I want (Uh, uh)

Just come home (Uh)

Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)

Bitch, come home (Ayy)

You already know what I want (Uh, uh)

Just come home (Ayy)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's alright, it's alright

Baby, tell me I'm alright

Yeah, vibe, yeah, vibe

Yeah, eventually, it's gon' be alright

In the night, alright

Say it to me, "It's gon' be alright", yeah

Yeah, I don't need these bitches in my life, yeah

Two wrongs ain't ever gon' make it right

Oh, why? Oh, why? Ayy

I don't need these bitches in my life

It's alright, it's alright, right? Right?

Two wrongs ain't ever gon' make it right

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