Brianna (PB) - Mascara Tears feat. T-Pain lyrics

rate me

And when I think, about all the things I

Gotta go through out here as a woman

In this man’s world

That’s what I be thinking bout

Hey

[Chorus]

You ain’t gotta say a word, baby I can read your mood

You ain’t tryina fuck with that dude

I can tell you had enough, of this stuff

Shawty believe, he got the wrong definition

Of beating that pussy up

I tell you what, let me talk to him, put a spot to him

Baby I don’t give a fuck, oh whoa

If you ain’t happy then, let it go around

Then come back again

That awkward when they know you groupie

And you pull up to his lambo, in your dirty hoopty

And he fell like he could play you cause you worth little

Cause your mind small, and your work little

Life is like a prom night, it only happens once, right?

Better have the right dress, right pumpy

They say you was never raised right

Can never get them grades right

Creeping in that late nights from bloody day rape fights

The lost girl, lost love, red dress, the devil in

Fighting for your relevance, head butts, evelin

You wanna be a star too, bottles from the bar too

You want paparazzi popping at your car, too

[Chorus]

You ain’t gotta say a word, baby I can read your mood

You ain’t tryina fuck with that dude

I can tell you had enough, of this stuff

Shawty believe, he got the wrong definition

Of beating that pussy up

I tell you what, let me talk to him, put a spot to him

Baby I don’t give a fuck, oh whoa

If you ain’t happy then, let it go around

Then come back again

That awkward when they know you groupie

Steady thinking, hoping that he chose me

He say some simple shit that make blush

And at night, mascara runnin down your blush

Cinderela slipper, he done caught you slippin

Sirock sippin, goose sippin, got you talkin different

Cause beeing broke got you fuckin trippin

Yo, watch your feet girl, you fuckin trippin

How you independent fountain blow

Tryina kick back all them bands that you blow

I guess livin ratchet got you blow

Next morning, nigga lookin like “who is you?”

[Chorus]

You ain’t gotta say a word, baby I can read your mood

You ain’t tryina fuck with that dude

I can tell you had enough, of this stuff

Shawty believe, he got the wrong definition

Of beating that pussy up

I tell you what, let me talk to him, put a spot to him

Baby I don’t give a fuck, oh whoa

If you ain’t happy then, let it go around

Then come back again

I see your tears mama, dry your tears

It ain’t worth it

I swear it ain’t worth it

She shed so many tears.