Rickie Jacobs - Cheaters lyrics
rate meFuck me ,love me ,touch me,kiss me
Hold me,show me,tell me
I can come in
I don’t know what I’m looking for
But I can hide you out like the sun
You are the moon,my shiny star
How far you get my love?
Fighting myself,fighting myself
I can’t fight myself
I don ‘t know,I don’t trust these bitches
I don’t trust these bitches,I don’t trust these bitches
I can’t stand your ass
I can’t stand your ass
If I was petty I would probably put your man on …
We treat different people when those camera flash
Charge it to the game
I came with no cash
Cause nobody can’t touch my shit
Honestly,I just wanna fuck your bitch
It’s not your pussy,I do not care
See when we were young
We were taught to share
Bitch,back that ass up
And call your man up
Tell you fucking love him
And you’re fucking passed up
I believe in karma
Maybe Is bad luck
He don’t love you
I take that ass up
When we are together
You’ll probably do the same thing
Or play the blame game
Bad habits don’t change
Fuck it,what am I singing?
Do your thing,girl
We are even created in the same world
I mean we are made to do this
Let’s behave so …
We can pay for it
But don’t be afraid to shoot
If I’m gonna do this
I’m gonna remove your gloves too
I’ve been smoking out
I don’t mean to put this beside your head
But ,girl,I’ve been thinking at this scheme
Let’s hit the bed
Call at your home,girl
Tell them to hide your bed
You can break about all the things that we did
You know
Fuck me ,love me ,touch me,kiss me
Hold me,show me,tell me
I can come in
I don’t know what I’m looking for
But I can hide you out like the sun
You are the moon,my shiny star
How far you get my love?
Fighting myself,fighting myself
Can’t knock myself
You got good feelings,good vibes
And see you later if better
If no,good bye then
You think Ima leave you?
Now baby why would I?
You’re the right type that everybody could find
Look I got one beat to take over the season
Hit some fat juice and have this pussy weak
I can’t complain
My life has been very decent
To be on top you got to…
You can die with the fame,nigga
You creep with
I provided them dreams
But ,bitch,you’re sleeping
But when you’re living that high life you don’t need friends
…I don’t trust these bitches
I don’t trust these bitches
I don’t trust these bitches
I don’t trust these bitches
