Fien'n 4U feat. Tasha Page Lyrics & Tabs by Feloni
Fien'n 4U feat. Tasha Page
guitar chords lyrics
Chorus (Tasha Page)
You got me fien'n 4U
You got me wanting you
I like the way you move
This is what I said to myself when I saw you
Verse 1
Now I'ma step up in this strip club and see what's popp'n
I know there's more go'n down than sex, women and glocks
I know you on the stage, baby, sell'n more than your soul
When I look into your face
I see more than a ho
Pull up
Let it drop
Hop back on that pole
I'ma patron of your lust, mamma, lose control
Let it drop
Hop back on that pole
I'ma patron of your lust, mamma, lose control
Take a shot of this Patron
So I can get you blowed
And when you feel'n free, baby, hit me up down low
I ain't try'n to disrespect you
I just want some romance
Let me take you home, baby, so I can use my hands
Got a man, f-ck him
Make a change of plans
You f-ck'n with Feloni
Detroit's new supa-gan
Chorus
You got me fien'n 4U
You got me wanting you
I like the way you move
This is what I said to myself when I saw you
(One time just grind for me
You fine, come wind for me
Recline and grind on me
Yep, and keep the head up)
Verse 2
I'd rather f-ck with the truth
Than make love to a lie
Cuz I'm exemplary of when doves cry
So I'ma hit Jefferson Ave and drive downtown
If the mucthaf-cka see me
I know he gon' clown
I ain't got no time to play games with no ho
If some sh-t pop off
I'ma do what I know
So get you ass in this car and lets bounce on these foes
I'ma take you to a telly that nobody knows
And when we get there
Baby, get bare
It's a wrap
Put yo legs in that 'lectric chair with the straps
Don't worry
I got revival kits
Call me doctor feel good, mamma, I'm the sh-t
Chorus
Verse 3
Starchild
Babygirl
Yo, she's one of a kind
She like to drop it like it's hot
Whisper spanish lines
Tongue like a serpent
Keep you ass burp'n
Trust me, man
She'll keep you ass hurt'n
Ok, guess what
Her man blow'n her up
That's why we keep the Boost Mobile back in the truck
Don't wanna hear no ringtones while she sex'n me up
While that n-gga dial'n digits
We be post'n it up
We got some childhood issues from the past
The reality of sh-t is hard to grasp
The realit of this is kind of sad
You got me fien'n 4 the way that you move your ass
Chorus
