Rick James ft. Trae James Lyrics

You want to cry in Tulum or in East Oakland

You want a nigga that cheat or leave it open

Baby said my ways was too fast

She aint lying but don't mean its bad

Film these nights and we all gettin canceled

Whats a life if it don't got a scandal

Pick a poison, quit avoiding

Keep it moisten bring the noise in

If you don't give me what I need you know the rest

Its about a hundred bitches trying to be who next

They see they we way win and don't question

If the morals aint right then its a lesson

I cant make none of this shit up

She knew I was wit her friend and still f-

I cant stop lil baby from what she want

And I cant trust no slut so I don't

When I got home last night

She wouldn't make love to me

Had her sitting on chrome last night

My life is such a movie

But I got the dome last night

I was fucking with this hoochie

I became the pimp of the year now

I might play her out that coochie

That coochie

I wont give you what it aint but its going to be live

I'll tell you when I can't, but all things ride

I might deliver in a way that make the fantasy better

Talk the panties to floor now she calling me clever

I aint no pimp, from Oakland though

You see the limp, I'm chosen hoe

She feel better when she sit on foreign

Its popping everywhere baby you just boring

Swear to God I got love in my heart I'm just a thought

And you enjoyed the night look how you walk

If we don't meet the middle we cant win

And of course if you aint ever get started it can't end

You real, bad, need a range rove

Trips abroad, thats my angle

Whats that light, oh thats my halo

Never ask aye how yo day go

When I got home last night,

She wouldn't make love to me

Had her sitting on chrome last night

My life is such a movie

But I got the dome last night

I was fucking with this hoochie

I became the pimp of the year now

I might play her out that coochie

That coochie