Igbo & Shayo Lyrics

Girl I knew you was the one for Me

Girl I knew you was the one for Me

Girl I knew you was the one for Me

The one for me

The one for me hmm

Girl I knew you was the one for me from the start

Tell me where did I go wrong

How did I break your heart

How did i break your heart

Woahh woah woah

Don't pray for love

Cuz when you get it you gone

End up breakin' up yeah, yeah

Don't pray for love

Cuz when you get it you gone

End up breakin' up yeah, yeah

I say tell me what's the use in tryna

Make it up. Too busy thumbing

Through the money check the Papercuts. My old bitch cut me off

I guess I'm tapered up

Too many scars all on my back I

Been betrayed too much yeah, Yeah

Flex out, say you wanna see Me

Say you wanna meet me, say it With ya chest out

Breast out, Watching you like T.V

She say Come and eat me

Now i got her Stretched out

And when you eat it Like this

You will never have to Hear any talk of what her ex bout

Shawty keep playin' round she Gone get folded like some sheets

I love the taste of both sets of her Lips, them shits is sweet and

I say smoke with me, roll with me

No this ain't no high-school but Will you go with me

Love it when you hang around call you

My rosary. And imma beat that pussy up

Just like you stole from me and I say smoke with me, chill

With me, I know this shit ain't Right but will you pop this pill

With me. Even if I'm geeked up out my mind would you still deal With me

And if i ever have to Make like an Orange you gone peel with me

Girl the way you move yo body

It's ridiculous fresh nail set with the fresh wax so meticulous

I know we started out As friends yeah that shit was Inconspicuous

New girl came with low mileage yeah i love a Picky bitch

Feelin' just like snoop yeah I'm rollin sticky icky shit

She say she got 20 minutes, yeah I'm tryna get a quickie in

She say she want it in her mouth ended up with a sticky chin

She say 30 make it rain I got 100's 20's 50's Bitch

Don't pray for love

Cuz when you get it you gone

End up breakin' up yeah, yeah

Don't pray for love

Cuz when you get it you gone

End up breakin' up yeah, yeah

I say tell me what's the use in tryna

Make it up. Too busy thumbing

Through the money check the Papercuts. My old bitch cut me off

I guess I'm tapered up

Too many scars all on my back I

Been betrayed too much yeah, Yeah