Letra de Tabloid - Pi’erre Bourne

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Damn (Yeah), like the tabloid (Yeah)

She heard about Miami, I'm a bad boy (Yeah, yeah)

Genie in a bottle, what you ask for? (Yeah, yeah)

Wish we could spend time, I'll be that poor (Yeah, yeah)

Came up from sleeping, yeah, on that floor (Yeah, yeah, woah)

Girl, I miss your ocean when I pass shore (Yeah, yeah, woah)

I can't follow you, I‘ll just get mad more (Yeah, yeah)

My old head told me, "Love gon' make the bag short" (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, we used to be photogenic, now the photos different (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's like she got asthma, had to let her breathe a minute (Yeah, yeah)

She's been ducking out and fucking a nigga on the side (Yeah, yeah)

I just had sex with two girls at the same time (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, my girl's got pride, do a slut walk one time (Yeah, yeah)

Slut walk one more time, live your bestest life (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I'm Pi'erre Bourne, baby girl, you know I'm fly (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, and she givin' brain like Jean Grey, just use your mind (Yeah, yeah)

Damn (Yeah), like the tabloid (Yeah)

She heard about Miami, I'm a bad boy (Yeah, yeah)

Genie in a bottle, what you ask for? (Yeah, yeah)

Wish we could spend time, I'll be that poor (Yeah, yeah)

Came up from sleeping, yeah, on that floor (Yeah, yeah, woah)

Girl, I miss your ocean when I pass shore (Yeah, yeah, woah)

I can't follow you, I just get mad more (Yeah, yeah)

My old head told me, "Love gon' make the bag short" (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah

God forgive me for my sins, yeah, I'm smokin' purple like Prince (Ayy, ayy)

When she give me common sense, yeah, my pockets never thin (Ayy, ayy)

Yeah, pockets never slim, wait, table-turn, they spin, wait (Ayy, ayy)

On her knees, her shins, yeah, she's on her knees, her shins (On her, on her)

Yeah, I cut her off again, wait, baby, you condemned, wait (Ayy, ayy)

Suck the life up out of me and eat on my semen, wait (Supper)

I don't want no kids, yeah, my life is like a myth, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

You wouldn't believe this shit, yeah, you wouldn't believe this shit, yeah

Damn (Yeah), like the tabloid (Yeah)

She heard about Miami, I'm a bad boy (Yeah, yeah)

Genie in a bottle, what you ask for? (Yeah, yeah)

Wish we could spend time, I'll be that poor (Yeah, yeah)

Came up from sleeping, yeah, on that floor (Yeah, yeah, woah)

Girl, I miss your ocean when I pass shore (Yeah, yeah, woah)

I can't follow you, I just get mad more (Yeah, yeah)

My old head told me, "Love gon' make the bag short" (Yeah, yeah)

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