[Intro: Joe Budden]
Niggas be like
Niggas be like
They like, "Why you cuffin' so hard?"
And I be like, "Why you not?"
Grown man shit though
It's a cold winter, niggas they gon' keep you warm at night
Make you breakfast in the morning
And I ain't in love, love is in me, you hear?
[Chorus: Emanny]
I've been thinkin' 'bout you every day
These other bitches, they can't change us
And I don't need 'em in the way
'Cause no one ever fucked me so good
Your love is… your touch is…
My spot get…
No one ever fucked me so good
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look, let's talk a different type of lavish now
Not sure actually, a different type of baggage now
Your home girls quick to paint me as a savage now
You quick to know them bitter hoes, wish they had this now
Back to you, this song of mine, no it's unsung
Not a trophy, that'd imply I only won once
I'm off the pass miss if every guy before me once practiced
Then I don't need no real game to know
We should be more than just a one and done
And my baby like girls too
So every night we get in bed with another bitch
She start screamin', gettin' head from another bitch
And no, it's just a porno, in our heads it's another bitch
Yeah, but it's more than just the sex to me
Panic when I wake up and she ain't next to me
So I go out of my way to give her the best of me
Love me so much shorty even want the rest of me
Niggas be like
Niggas be like
They like, "Why you cuffin' so hard?"
And I be like, "Why you not?"
Grown man shit though
It's a cold winter, niggas they gon' keep you warm at night
Make you breakfast in the morning
And I ain't in love, love is in me, you hear?
[Chorus: Emanny]
I've been thinkin' 'bout you every day
These other bitches, they can't change us
And I don't need 'em in the way
'Cause no one ever fucked me so good
Your love is… your touch is…
My spot get…
No one ever fucked me so good
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look, let's talk a different type of lavish now
Not sure actually, a different type of baggage now
Your home girls quick to paint me as a savage now
You quick to know them bitter hoes, wish they had this now
Back to you, this song of mine, no it's unsung
Not a trophy, that'd imply I only won once
I'm off the pass miss if every guy before me once practiced
Then I don't need no real game to know
We should be more than just a one and done
And my baby like girls too
So every night we get in bed with another bitch
She start screamin', gettin' head from another bitch
And no, it's just a porno, in our heads it's another bitch
Yeah, but it's more than just the sex to me
Panic when I wake up and she ain't next to me
So I go out of my way to give her the best of me
Love me so much shorty even want the rest of me
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