Juicy J, Keyshia Cole - Rick James
Дата добавления: 01 сентября 2017
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Исполнители: Juicy J, Keyshia Cole
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[Intro: Juicy J]
Keyshia Cole!
Ya boy Juicy J!
It's time when the woman is fed up.
She done had enough,
You better watch out!
It's goin down, yeah!
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
Why does it matter now,
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch,
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Slap a bitch like Rick James,
I'm Rick James!
[Verse 1: Keyshia Cole]
I gave you all my love
Who's the one who's hurtin' now?
But you can't keep your double standards
It's funny how the tables turned around.
Ooh! Bring ‘em out, out, out!
Ooh! Right now, now, now!
Ooh! Bring ‘em out, out, out!
Ooh! Right now, now, now!
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole - 2x]
Why does it matter now,
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch,
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Slap a bitch like Rick James,
I'm Rick James!
[Verse 2: Keyshia Cole]
I can see the picture shattered,
We can't pick the pieces of the ground.
Till the point that nothing matters,
And it's way too late to talk it out.
Ooh! Bring ‘em out, out, out!
Ooh! Right now, now, now!
Ooh! Bring ‘em out, out, out!
Ooh! Right now, now, now!
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
Why does it matter now,
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch,
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Slap a bitch like Rick James,
I'm Rick James!
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Dawg, shawty out, and you gon' pay for it later,
Baby girl more cutthroat than a razor,
She know what she want and she know how to get it.
Shawty know the game, nah, nigga, you can't play her.
She bad, lookin like a bag of money,
Make her own bread, fat ass and flat stomach,
She know she ain't ever gotta ask for nothin',
These chicks hatin ‘cause they ain't half the woman.
Shawty came home, he started runnin his mouth,
She took the earrings off and got ratchet.
Homeboy know lil' mama don't play. he just grab the shit and started packin.
Broke her heart homie, now yo life in a change,
She cold-blooded like she got ice in his veins.
Got me chillin in your house,
Throwin diamonds on your spouse,
While my feet in your couch,
Bitch, I'm Rick James!
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole - 2x]
Why does it matter now,
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch,
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Slap a bitch like Rick James,
I'm Rick James!
Keyshia Cole!
Ya boy Juicy J!
It's time when the woman is fed up.
She done had enough,
You better watch out!
It's goin down, yeah!
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
Why does it matter now,
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch,
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Slap a bitch like Rick James,
I'm Rick James!
[Verse 1: Keyshia Cole]
I gave you all my love
Who's the one who's hurtin' now?
But you can't keep your double standards
It's funny how the tables turned around.
Ooh! Bring ‘em out, out, out!
Ooh! Right now, now, now!
Ooh! Bring ‘em out, out, out!
Ooh! Right now, now, now!
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole - 2x]
Why does it matter now,
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch,
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Slap a bitch like Rick James,
I'm Rick James!
[Verse 2: Keyshia Cole]
I can see the picture shattered,
We can't pick the pieces of the ground.
Till the point that nothing matters,
And it's way too late to talk it out.
Ooh! Bring ‘em out, out, out!
Ooh! Right now, now, now!
Ooh! Bring ‘em out, out, out!
Ooh! Right now, now, now!
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
Why does it matter now,
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch,
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Slap a bitch like Rick James,
I'm Rick James!
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Dawg, shawty out, and you gon' pay for it later,
Baby girl more cutthroat than a razor,
She know what she want and she know how to get it.
Shawty know the game, nah, nigga, you can't play her.
She bad, lookin like a bag of money,
Make her own bread, fat ass and flat stomach,
She know she ain't ever gotta ask for nothin',
These chicks hatin ‘cause they ain't half the woman.
Shawty came home, he started runnin his mouth,
She took the earrings off and got ratchet.
Homeboy know lil' mama don't play. he just grab the shit and started packin.
Broke her heart homie, now yo life in a change,
She cold-blooded like she got ice in his veins.
Got me chillin in your house,
Throwin diamonds on your spouse,
While my feet in your couch,
Bitch, I'm Rick James!
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole - 2x]
Why does it matter now,
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch,
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Yeah, bitch, I'm Rick James!
Slap a bitch like Rick James,
I'm Rick James!
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