Testo Who Better - Tia London
Testo della canzone Who Better (Tia London), tratta dall'album Tia London
Tell me what you need, I'll give you what you ask for
Have you coming back for more
That other chick just wanna stress ya
All I have is one question, "Who better?"
For you, tell me who's better, baby, yeah
Who better?
You know it can't get any wetter, baby, yeah
Tell me who better for you than I
No reason why you would deny
You need you a chick that not only ride
She hold down that passenger side
That Audi, a coupe, it's just me and you
No passengers off in the ride
See, fuckin' with hoes corrupting your soul
They waste all your money and time
One being alike, pass 'em a lime
These bitches is light, I paid 'em no mind
I'ma be there at the drop of a dime
I'ma be there if you up or you down
And I only get better with time
Sculpting my body, perfecting my mind
You'll never question if it's yours
And I'll never worry 'bout if it's mine, nah
See, I was on a mission tryna find me some official, yeah
You saw me from a distance and you noticed my potential
Every real woman need a real nigga
Find you a dope chick and go and build somethin' with her
Probably fuck around and make a mil' or somethin' with her
Needed somethin' real, couldn't get no realer than this
Tell me what you need, I'll give you what you ask for
Have you coming back for more
That other chick just wanna stress ya
All I have is one question, "Who better?"
For you, tell me who's better, baby, yeah
Who better?
You know it can't get any wetter, baby, yeah
See, I wanna be that one you turn to
The one that listen when they all go missin'
And you need someone you can talk to
I give you a peace of mind
They just wanna stress you out
I just wanna stretch you out
That pussy so flexible
Killin' these bitches, someone bring the stretcher out, yeah
Got all my old niggas mad 'cause they ain't know what to do with me
Got all your old bitches mad 'cause they ain't know what to do
Either foolish or them, they had their attempts
I know a good man when I see one
And fuck pickin' me, boy, you a genius
You know a bad bitch when you see one
Not just bad by the shoes or the bag
But how well that I carry myself
And I don't care about your past and all that old baggage
I'm only here to add to your wealth
'Cause every real nigga deserve a real woman
Find you a dope chick and go and build somethin'
Probably fuck around and make a billion
You done had good but never had nothin' better than this
Tell me what you need, I'll give you what you ask for
Have you coming back for more
That other chick just wanna stress ya
All I have is one question, "Who better?"
For you, tell me who's better, baby, yeah
Who better?
You know it can't get any wetter, baby, yeah
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Writer(s): Samuel Lindley, Latia Lindley
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