Testo Le Vôtre - Pi’erre Bourne
Testo della canzone Le Vôtre (Pi’erre Bourne), tratta dall'album Made In Paris
Ayy, 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, ayy)
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, ayy
She want my bag
This bitch bendin' time in half, ayy
She in my pad, my crib she find a lash, ayy
Feel like this cash, money blue all the time, looks sad, ayy
Like, where are you at? New bitch want a boarding pass, ayy
She bring her friеnd, but her friend
Don't wanna go back, ayy (Hm, yeah)
Shit, I don't еven know her like that
Shit, I don't even know her like that
Shit, I don't even know her like that, ayy
Uh, say 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 (Uh)
Bitch, come home (Uh)
You already know what I want (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Uh)
Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)
Bitch, come home (Uh)
You already know what I want (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Ayy)
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 (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Ayy)
Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)
Bitch, come home (Ayy)
You already know what I want (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Ayy)
Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)
Bitch, come home (Ayy)
You already know what I want (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Uh)
Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)
Bitch, come home (Ayy)
You already know what I want (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Ayy)
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
Yeah, I don't need these bitches in my life, yeah
Two wrongs ain't ever gon' make it right
Oh, why? Oh, why? Ayy
I don't need these bitches in my life
It's alright, it's alright, right? Right?
Two wrongs ain't ever gon' make it right
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