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Lola Monroe

Cheat On You

 

Cheat On You

(albüm: Lipstick & Pistols - 2013)


Yuh
Haha, I don't know

Queen bosset, that bad bitch
And I hold my zone down
[?] and I ain't talkin bout my home town
Might just pick a boy out and get him fresh up out that mall, fly
I know you want this milkshake, but this ain't for no small fry
Look good in that [?], birthday cake like Rihanna
[?] like sea breeze
Fuck him good and make him sleep easy
[?], put that boy in [?]

I give you everything that you want
Held you down when it's ugly
Kept you riding on chrome, riding round in that cuddy
Keep on stunting for more, telling bitches you love me
She said don't worry bout no nigga I cheat on your with this money
I cheat on you with this money (She said)
On you with this money (She said)
On you with this money (She said)
I cheat on you with this money
I cheat on you with this money (She said)
On you with this money (She said)
On you with this money
I cheat on you with this money

Okay, a bitch back on the bullshit
Coming up on the throne now
Feel me alittle [?] toy
[?]
Now all he do is chase it
No [?] but he waste it
He faced it just to taste it
I told him "you should pace it"
I'm like "easy, baby, I'm not going nowhere"
Play the game like I'm so unaware
But this all for you with no underwear
In front of the window like no one will care
Screw me, do me, we could make a movie
Lead 'em back to the money like a duty
Bitch, I black on the money like a roofie
I'm like, dreams of fucking a dead president
Bitches notoriously known to plead celibate
Hella [?] ride in the backseat
Benji riding, we shotgun
Them dolla bills be in the rearview
Boss bitch [?]

I give you everything that you want
Held you down when it's ugly
Kept you riding on chrome, riding round in that cuddy
Keep on stunting for more, telling bitches you love me
She said don't worry bout no nigga I cheat on your with this money
I cheat on you with this money (She said)
On you with this money (She said)
On you with this money (She said)
I cheat on you with this money
I cheat on you with this money (She said)
On you with this money (She said)
On you with this money
I cheat on you with this money

I'ma love you
I'ma be loyal to you
I mean, with the exception of Benji and Grant and all them
You just make sure you play your position
I don't know which one tighter
This pussy or my flow?
Peter piper picked a pepper
I'm picking bitches, p-pose
[?]
No dipset but will.I.am
Just might blackeye a bitch
Ain't nobody realer than me
Me, me, me

On you with this money, on you with this money
On you with this money, I cheat on you with this money
On you with this money, on you with this money
On you with this money, I cheat on you with this money
On you with this money, on you with this money
On you with this money, I cheat on you with this money
On you with this money, on you with this money
On you with this money, I cheat on you with this money

Was I just recording? oh?

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