Her Lyrics

Woke up, then I seen you by my side, I been dreamin' I know my heart cold, you not in love with anemic

Smoking 90 going north, you got me thinkin' You ain't never give me a reason why you leavin

If they ever play with you, my trigger really squeezin' Murder on my mind, if I catch him, I delete him

I don't say I love you to everybody, when I tell you that I love you, I mean it

I been tryna fix my wrongs, I'm talkin' to the deacon, uh, yeah, uh-huh

I'ma tell you how I feel, I ain't no regular thug Why they comin' in your DM, they been hatin' on us

I been fuckin' up so many times, you had to teach me to love We goin' up from there

Why you goin' to the club? I don't want you there She like I'm goin' with my friends, but I don't even care

I'm the type to tell a bitch she gotta face her fear When you need some money, I'ma send it, I be there

You like you out with your girls, but they ain't never there, uh-huh

I done came up from hard times, I ain't scared of nothin' Every time you leave, you make me scared of somethin

Ion tryna be losin' you In the mall for some hours, what I do for you

If they put a hand on you, then I'ma make the news, uh-huh

I'm not on joke time, this ain't no April Fool's You got show me loyalty, you cannot break the rule

Woke up, then I seen you by my side, I been dreamin' I know my heart cold, you not in love with anemic

Smokin' 90 goin' north, it got me thinkin' You ain't never give me a reason why you leavin

If they ever play with you, my trigger really squeezin' Murder on my mind, if I catch him, I delete him

I don't say I love you to everybody, if I tell you that I love you, I mean it, oh, yeah

When you cheatin' so many times, it be hard to fix it I be tryna tell you my side, you hardly listen

How did I ever find this motion? It ain't hard to get it And I don't fuck with your friends, cause they don't mind they business

When I'm divin' in, it be feelin' like a ocean Missionary, she be moanin' when a nigga strokin

Put my hand around her neck, she smile while I'm chokin' her I got her legs in the air, I been foldin' her

I ain't pullin' out, I might got put a baby in her And we don't listen to the critics, man that shit for the birds

Yes, Lord, oh, yeah, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh