Текст пісні
Hitmaka
A real nigga hold you down, he supposed to lift you up
I don't ever kiss and tell, yeah, that's bad luck
And if you ever running 'round better call them hoes when you stuck
Trusting niggas, bad luck
This shit might sound new to you, baby
Back outside, time for you to look crazy
Back outside, niggas calling me they favorite
No more texts to my phone, you can save it
I could live without it
But I ignore everything when you're talking
Your tryna judge me and make me the problem
It's you, baby
Yeah, yeah, oh
A real nigga hold you down, he supposed to lift you up
I don't ever kiss and tell, yeah, that's bad luck
And if you ever running 'round better call them hoes when you stuck
Trusting niggas, bad luck
Oh, baby
Oh, baby
Oh, baby
All I ask of you
Oh, baby
Oh, baby
Oh, baby
All I ask of you