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Roy Woods

Neva Your Way

 

Neva Your Way

(album: Dem Times - 2020)


Oh, oh, yeah, yeah (Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Uh, yeah

All these drugs got me out of control, uh
I don't even know if I'm worth a shit
How the fuck I fall asleep off Percocet?
Gotta fly even though I don't like turbulence
Took her to Europe, she know what Birkin is
All of these uppers, I ain't going slow
Been through too much
About now it's been enough
You talk too much, them bodies counting up
She brought a friend but she ain't dime enough
Ooh, now that my head's on
I can know myself more than she does
Strap on my side like a nigga say "Yee-haw"
Yeah, girl, you tried but you still a lil' deceiver
You ain't none but a lil' motherfucking diva

Mad when it's never your way
But I'm still here as always
And I love when you throwing shade
In text you big, in person, you sorry
Sorry lil' ho, you a sorry lil' ho (A ho)
Sorry lil' ho, oh, woah, woah (Woah)
Sorry lil' ho, you ain't know about love (Sorry)
Sorry lil' ho, oh, woah, woah (Sorry)
Sorry lil' ho, woah, sorry lil ho, woah (Lil', sorry)
Sorry lil' ho, woah, oh, woah, oh
Sorry lil' ho, woah, sorry lil' ho, woah
Sorry lil', uh, oh, woah, oh (Oh, woah, woah)

Yeah, I been high, niggas gotta stay low
Yeah, this shit real, no, this ain't no Saints Row
Left him as a John Doe, money long as my cornrows
I don't like long convos
You don't know what's goes through the back door (Lotta drugs)
And you don't know what the govy tax for (Nothing's true)
Girls don't even know how much they ask for, uh
Ain't gotta be a pimp to know how much her ass for
Don't act like five-four, might pop off and rob yours

Mad when it's never your way (Mad, mad, mad, mad)
But I'm still here as always
And I love when you throwing shade
In text you big, in person, you sorry
Sorry lil' ho, you a sorry lil' ho (A ho)
Sorry lil' ho, oh, woah, woah (Woah)
Sorry lil' ho, you ain't know about love (Sorry)
Sorry lil' ho, oh, woah, woah (Sorry)
Sorry lil' ho, woah, sorry lil ho, woah (Lil', sorry)
Sorry lil' ho, woah, oh, woah, oh
Sorry lil' ho, woah, sorry lil' ho, woah
Sorry lil', uh, oh, woah, oh (Oh, woah, woah)

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