Testo GUILT TRIPPIN - Central Cee feat. Sexyy Red
Testo della canzone GUILT TRIPPIN (Central Cee feat. Sexyy Red), tratta dall'album GUILT TRIPPIN - Single
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Baby, I'm built different, I feel bad, so I put you on a jet quick
And that's the real definition of some guilt trippin'
You're a feminist, you don't believe in gender roles
Somehow I got you in the kitchen doin' meal preppin'
Cut the pepper, girl, I love a lil' stir-fry
I ain't gotta add a scotch bonnet, you're already fire
Fling you on the bonnet, have your pussy by the Merc' sign, hm
I ain't perfect, I'm a mess
You ain't gotta up and leave me so quick, I wanna learn from my mistakes
Got me playin' mind games, tryna find out how you feel
We're both young and unhinged, so we probably feel the same
I shot and hit your leg, gotta sharpen up my aim
I was tryna get your heart, but instead I caused you pain
I'm ashamed, I see red and start thinkin' that you're fake
Girl, I'm sorry 'cause I never shoulda called you them name
You ain't a bitch, but baby, you're my bitch
You ain't no ho, but baby, you're my ho
I gotta repay you 'cause I treat you like shit
I'll buy you real VVS, I ain't gon' get you rhinestones
You ain't a bitch, but baby, you're my bitch
You ain't no ho, but baby, you're my ho
I've been around the world while I realize this (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You're the one that I want, there's no place like home (say)
Say I'm your bitch, better act like it then
I think we're in love, I'm your lil' evil twin
I like how we vibe, you're my lover and friend
Stuntin' on bitches, I'm drivin' his Benz (skrrt, skrrt)
But damn, too many hos on my line
You let go of yours, I'ma let go of mine (sike)
Nigga, you know that I'm lyin'
Don't play by my feelings 'cause niggas be dyin'
I do what I want 'cause I'm grown
Act like I'm mad, but you turnin' me on
We out in public, can't wait to get home
We all in the car, he rippin' my thong
Can't stay mad at you and I know that you wrong
I can't help myself, my mind really gone
I be missin' you bad, wanna kiss through the phone (mwuah)
Come fuck with a boss, you scared? Come on
You a dawg, but baby, you my dawg (grrt)
Fuck these hos and niggas, we gon' ball
I been around the world, I ain't met a nigga yet
That get my coochie wet, I be all in his draws (ah)
You a dawg, but baby, you my dawg (grrt)
Fuck these hos and niggas we gon' ball
I been around the world, I ain't met a nigga yet
That get my coochie wet, I be nuttin' in my draws (bae)
You ain't a bitch, but baby, you're my bitch
You ain't a ho, but baby, you're my ho
I gotta repay you 'cause I treat you like shit
I'll buy you real VVS, I ain't gon' get you rhinestones
You ain't a bitch, but baby, you're my bitch
You ain't a ho, but baby, you're my ho
I been around the world, but I realise this
You're the one that I want, there's no place like home
Credits
Writer(s): Philip Bollhoff, Alexander Lustig, Harley Arsenault, Oakley Neil H Caesar Su, Janae Nierah Wherry
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