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letra de at all - rnb.foemob

[intro]
(how i wanna touch your soul)
(wanna take your mind)
(you can take my side)
(i’ll make it fun too)
(i want to have your soul)
(brake your mind around)
(hold on, full)
boy fifty

[chorus]
i can’t give you no love, not at all (at all)
on my own how i usually ball (i ball)
i thought you would change, they hit you with my brain nd’ you turned around nd’ did my ass wrong (you did)
now it ain’t like you cheated or nothing
but i feel like you cheated or somethin’ (i do)
i never had gave you a reason for leavin’, don’t act like you greavin’ or somethin’ (no mo)

[verse 1]
don’t call on my phone tryina fix it, its finished; i told you i don’t want you no more (i don’t)
i deleted at least 1 of your photos (you)
keep my heart out my chest at the geico (gone)
i still gotta polaroid when we was eating, i kinda want burnin’ nd’ i kinda don’t (i don’t know)
look at it, reflect on thе feelings portrayed
mine was therе for the stay, yours was there for the leave (i guess)
[chorus]
i can’t give you no love, not at all (i can’t)
on my own how i usually ball (yhea i do)
i thought you would change, they hit you with my brain nd’ you turned around nd’ did my ass wrong (you did)
now it ain’t like you cheated or nothing (yike)
but i feel like you cheated or somethin’ (yhea, i do)
i never had gave you a reason for leavin’, don’t act like you greavin’ or somethin’

[verse 2]
i kept thinkin’ bout you so i hopped on the beat, that for god; gave me talent to speak
i know how you move, you gon’ cut someone off; you gon’ move wrong until they say leave (you wrong)
you knew that i loved you, you used that against me; i figured it out
hit me weak (you did)
f-ck it i never had needed n0body, just friends and codeine in my body
yhea i ain’t worried about six, i ain’t worried bout me; i’m worried about gettin’ a check (facts)
i just went out and copped a new hunnid pack after i flip a m i’m movin’ rank (ranks)
been a minute as a boy had to put down my toy, pick a gun inna set; make it bait (no clip)
i was down on my d-ck, ain’t n0body reached out; hit the streets with a strap for the jake

[chorus]
i can’t give you no love, not at all (-i can’t-)
on my own how i usually ball (i do)
i thought you would change, they hit you with my brain nd’ you turned around nd’ did my ass wrong
now it ain’t like you cheated or nothing (double take)
but i feel like you cheated or somethin’ (yhea i do)
i never had gave you a reason for leavin’, don’t act like you greavin’ or somethin’
[verse 3]
i ain’t forcin’ out nothin’, this sh-t unconditionally; its just the way i was raised dude (like what?)
i got locked up eventually, for an egg robbery; i seen my ways had to change you (like what?)
ain’t no team nd’ i steal, grandma changed you (i do)
i get rich nd’ i’m blowin’ my brain cells, yhea (of course)
but ight, i hate the world and i ain’t even playin’; you played nd’ i’m goin’ to have to bang soon (wait don’t!)
in no gang, no i don’t even bang none (no)
rnb if you rap bout my name hun (mm-m)
you don’t know what i did for to get one missed so get the f-ck out of my face hoe (yes)
i needed sp-ce, this success you can give me; success in a n-gga some mils (yes)
f-ck the lil wh0re if you is me, can’t get time today nd’ i won’t pay attention ugh (no i won’t)
my people no, don’t understand if i could i would fall back to my second plan (i won’t)
but i’m burning my bowl so theres no lookin’ back (i do)
take a seat if you p-ssy ass n-ggas can’t stand -gags-
sippin’ on lean, i ain’t sippin’ on brand (h-ll naw)
she fax weed like sorry ass candy (sorry)
i can’t understand; why the words wanna be so d-mn intend, up with that b-tch in my vehicle (no)

[chorus]
i can’t give you no love, not at all (at all)
on my own how i usually ball (i do)
i thought you would change, they hit you with my brain nd’ you turned around nd’ did my ass wrong (poor you?)
now it ain’t like you cheated or nothing (ahaha)
but i feel like you cheated or somethin’ (shes lyin’)
i never had gave you a reason for leavin’, don’t act like you greavin’ or somethin, g
[outro]
hey its a bad word, straight up; but its the real woman keep the beat movin’
on my momma, on b sh-t

- rnb foemob

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