Choyce Cincere - Another One lyrics

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Choyce Cincere - Another One lyrics

It's your song repeat, its your song repeat It's your song repeat It's valentines day thirsty on a Tuesday Frisk body up free admission like a Friday I make time, easy time, l long time Body get cranky I hit it cause it's ya bedtime Shawty love to bump Eric Bellinger This gon' be ya favorite song Baby love the way I turn her on Guess she only one I'm focused on (focused on you baby) We could hit a drive by, miss my exit Too much good top girl you bless it The way that your body's been eyeing me It's the same way your love's been craving I know your last name is Errico Well baby we can go taking it slow or whatever I see them hitting up my woman If they ain't looking I don't want her I like to make these n***as jealous R&B singer Jersey R&B reckless Oh it's just interlude The same n***a it ain't brand new The same n***a it ain't brand new It's just another interlude (interlude) Same n***a it ain't brand new Same n***a it ain't brand new Ooh oh it's just another interlude (interlude) Yeah yeah Say you looking for a lover well say say it Girl you know I be here, yes I'll be here I wanna smack it baby, I wanna drive you crazy I wanna hear you say, I can get it lately Baby you're so f**ing fine Nobody have to know I really gotta show What you're missing (what you're missing) I wanna make you proud they haven't smiled for ahwile You got fake people showing fake love to you They ain't in love with you It's Valentine's Day I could roll with you These n***as oh so basic they never wanna hear it I'm too slight off from average these n***as never get it They never wanna hear it Shout to B Tiller Feeling right self righteous Too much good sauce that's how I left her body dressless I'm Bold to tell these b**hes don't If she with you why she calling on my phone She's too busy she ain't picking up the phone Lately I've been having too much with my goals Shawties at my concert fighting over front rows Keep the clouds up in air the gas ain't never low Grabbing on my belt like she was part of my designer Telling former bosses they can't never get hire My dick a long ride I gotta mag wit it Too much weighing in she Reloads on it Ven a qui that baby wanna work it Tra tra tra tra tra tra Tienes que trajabar tra tra tra tra tra tra Que yo lo vea, Trabajar Hacen pal de dias It's your song on repeat It's your song on repeat Oh it's just another interlude Same n***a it ain't brand new