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| Song: | That Way ft. Jeremih & Rick Ross |
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Maybach Music I apologize, I don't recollect your name (Oh, baby, I don't know your name) But let me tell you that them heels really complement your frame (Look at your body, baby) Girl, lemme get them ooh-ahhs Then I gotta catch my plane You say you miss me and you're wishing for some private time Girl, how could we get that way? Girl, how could we get that way? (yeah) Look, another day, another dollar She hate me when I leave 'cause when I leave, I never call her That's life, shit, aight, shit I could call you right quick But if I call, you gon' be like, 'Boo, why we haven't Skyped yet?' And on Skype, bet you say, ''Le, where my flight at?' If I decline, then you inquire on where I spend my nights at Shit, this life overwhelming and more than hectic But a woman worth some anger is worth some effort Just look closer, my life is more than deceptive Woman will sell their souls (souls) just to buy some more attention I need something to hold (hold), fuck that passive aggression And when I'm back from on that road, don't ask me no questions Please, fear what you don't know (haha) I apologize, I don't recollect your name (Oh, baby, I don't know your name) But let me tell you that them heels really compliment your frame (Look at your body, baby) Girl, let me get them ooh-ahhs Then I gotta catch my plane You say you miss me and you wishing for some private time Girl, how could we get that way? Girl, how could we get that way (uh) Don't remember how I met her, but I know I won't forget her And if loving her is wrong, then I won't see heaven She said she from Seattle, she 20 and some change Before I get to T.I.A, I'm sure to make her rain Then I back up on my plane, Chi-town O'Hare We spend some time and get some wine Have some milds from Harold's I told her this here's overrated, but I love your city baby Gotta get back to the D, you know we finally famous Driver drop me off at Dulles, I'm headed to some money TSA be laughing, all them rubbers in your luggage I know I'ma always leave 'em, but I swear I'll always love 'em Tell her you'll probably find someone but you'll never find another Wale, oww I apologize, I don't recollect your name (Oh, baby, I don't know your name) But lemme tell you that them heels, really complement your frame (Look at your body, baby) Girl lemme get them ooh-ahhs Then I gotta catch my plane You say you miss me and you're wishing for some private time Girl, how could we get that way? Girl, how could we get that way? Got on my suede shoes, I'm in a great mood Air baggage claim, awaiting miss thang out of St. Louis Know she shining bright, got on my Cartier She my Billie Jean, we menage with Mary Jane See we city hop, Vegas to LA Brings a lot of joy, Bugatti boy, that's lane to lane Our faucets used to drip, I used to ride the bench But it was written in cursive for this king to exist Packed her bags now she live amongst entrepreneurs Marc Jacob the makeup, she Givenchy consumer Gianni Versaci connoisseur, a carnivore Accountable for a half a million uncounted for, boy Maybach Music I apologize, I don't recollect your name (Oh, baby, I don't know your name) But lemme tell you that them heels, really complement your frame (Look at your body, baby) Girl lemme get them ooh-ahhs Then I gotta catch my plane You say you miss me and you're wishing for some private time Girl, how could we get that way? Girl, how could we get that way? Maybach Music
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