Testo Le Vôtre - Pi’erre Bourne
Testo della canzone Le Vôtre (Pi’erre Bourne), tratta dall'album Made In Paris
Ay, yeah, yeah
I thought I'd be alright by myself (I need you home)
She lives with somebody else (can't let nobody)
Can't let nobody (can't let nobody)
Can't let nobody (can't let nobody)
Can't let nobody (can't let nobody)
Can't let nobody (can't let nobody, ay)
She lives with somebody (she fucked up)
I miss your body (I miss your body)
I miss your waist, damn
My pockets fat, this purp' I rock is Raf, ay
She want my bag, this bitch bendin' time in half, ay
She in my pad, my crib she find a lash, ay
Feel like this cash, money blue all the time, looks sad, ay
Like, where are you at? New bitch want a boarding pass, ay
She bring her friend, but her friend don't wanna go back, ay (hm, yeah)
Shit, I don't even know her like that
Shit, I don't even know her like that
Shit, I don't even know her like that, ay, uh
Said she love me, I can't love you, baby, yeah
On my momma, these hoes, I can't save 'em, yeah
The whole world know how I feel about-, yeah
All these bitches, man I can't replace 'em, uh-huh
I'm popular, that bitch made me an option, uh-huh
Binoculars, they see how far I've gotten, uh-huh
The drop on her ass, this bitch already plottin', uh-huh
In God we trust, so I know God got me
Drivin' with me on the phone (ay)
Bitch come home (ay)
You already know what I want (ay, uh)
Just come home (ay)
Drivin' with me on the phone (ay)
Bitch come home (ay)
You already know what I want (ay, uh)
Just come home (yeah)
Yeah, the money come fast (uh), the bitches do too (yeah)
I thumb through her pussy (yeah), I thumb through the loot (yeah)
She rollin' in Grabba (uh), she makin' it shoot (yeah)
I love every time (yeah), this bitch comin' through (yeah)
I'm lettin' her down gently, I'm still feeling you, yeah
Even when I'm in her, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, yeah
Hope this time been healin' you, let's talk about our feelings soon
I don't really care 'bout that nigga, yeah, 'cause all of my niggas shoot, yeah
I miss protectin' you, my hand caressing you
Put it down, like I'm destined to (yeah)
I know you packed up, then moved (damn), I'm missin' that schedule (yeah)
Talkin' 'bout all of our dreams and shit, I'm still believin' in you (yeah)
Drivin' with me on the phone (yeah)
Bitch come home (yeah)
You already know what I want (ay, uh)
Just come home (yeah)
Drivin' with me on the phone (ay)
Bitch come home (ay)
You already know what I want (ay, uh)
Just come home (yeah)
Drivin' with me on the phone (ay)
Bitch come home (ay)
You already know what I want (ay, uh)
Just come home (yeah)
Drivin' with me on the phone (ay)
Bitch come home (ay)
You already know what I want (ay, uh)
Just come home (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's alright
It's alright
Baby, tell me I'm alright
Yeah, vibe
Yeah, vibe, yeah
Eventually, it's gon' be alright
In the night, alright
Say it to me, "It's gon' be alright," yeah
I don't need these bitches in my life, yeah
Two wrongs ain't ever gon' make it right
Oh, why?
Oh, why? Hey
I don't need these bitches in my life
It's alright
It's alright, right?
Two wrongs ain't ever gon' make it right
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Writer(s): Jordan Jenks
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