Tangotalk

[Intro] Damn, bae, I’m leaving a voice message again, it’s like 11 o’clock, man, damn Man, I’m tired of fiending, like, man, what the fu*k? I don’t wanna beef no more, man Bring it to me, please (Thtboistokes go crazy) [Verse 1] Slow it down ’cause I feel like we rushing I take that back ’cause, girl, I’m tired of fussing I’m tired of doing you bad, treating you like this s*it nothing I’m tryna show you love and manners through all this lusting How the fu*k them crackers pick my brother up for a button? All these n!ggas ’round, somebody gotta tell us something I take that back ’cause that s*it there ain’t even up for discussion I’m putting my pain aside, let’s talk about you, bae, I’m crushing I promise you let me eat it, you gon’ bust just like a Gusher Have you spitting, brrt-brrt, like this K, it come from Russia Promise to hold you tight when I’m in it, bae, I love you Tuh, you won’t let me get it, you let my Earth burn like it’s Usher [Chorus] Mm, I’m like bring me that pu*sy Why you acting hard? Bring me that pu*sy What the fu*k you on? Need to bring me that pu*sy I’m tired of playing, bring me that pu*sy When I leave my job, you gotta bring me that pu*sy When I leave the trap, gotta bring me that pu*sy You say you done arguing, okay, bring me that pu*sy When you leave with your friends, bring that pu*sy [Verse 2] Bae, I love hard, I’m an Aquarius Your pu*sy good, two days in, baby, I’m ready to marry it They play with you, they gon’ be releasing doves and pushing carriages You know I’m full of love, girl, my mama a Sagitarius Won’t take you for advantage, you love me, I’ma cherish it You could trust me, I take your secrets, then I bury it Don’t tell your friends what we going through ’cause they ain’t going through it You wanna fu*k a n!gga to get back, then, girl, go’n do it But I told I apologize for all that lying and wrongdoing ‘Cause it ain’t right, you always judge me for what the bros doing N!ggas that used to be in my sister business until I got my room ‘Cause you don’t why they really fighting and what they be at home doing Girl, you know my flaws inside, but to the streets, it ain’t known to ’em So why every time we beef, you hit up Twitter and put ’em on to ’em? When I slide, you think I cheat, you know I’m in the streets, you know my phone booming Don’t act like rap n!ggas on top of me ’cause I’m my own shooter [Chorus] Mm, I’m like bring me that pu*sy Why you acting hard? Bring me that pu*sy What the fu*k you on? Need to bring me that pu*sy I’m tired of playing, bring me that pu*sy When I leave my job, you gotta bring me that pu*sy When I leave the trap, gotta bring me that pu*sy You say you done arguing, okay, bring me that pu*sy When you leave with your friends, bring that pu*sy. Bring Dat P lyrics – Real Boston Richey : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com