Lyrics Tabloid – Pi’erre Bourne
Like the tabloids, she heard about Miami Ima bad boy
Genie in a bottle, what you ask for
Wish we could spend time, I’ll be back poor
Came up from sleeping, yeah, on that floor
Girl I miss your ocean when I pass shore
I can’t follow you, I just get mad more
My old head told me love gone make the bag short
Yeah, we used to be photogenic, now the photos different
It’s like she got asthma, had to let her breathe for a minute
She’s been ducking out, and f**king a n**ga on the side
I just had sex with two girls, at the same time
Yeah, my girls got pride, slut walk one more time
Slut walk one more time, live yo bestest life
Yeah I’m Pi’erre Bourne, baby girl you know I’m fly
Yeah she giving brain like Jean Grey, just use your mind
Like the tabloids, she heard about Miami Ima bad boy
Genie in a bottle, what you ask for
Wish we could spend time, I’ll be back poor
Came up from sleeping yeah on that floor
Girl I miss your ocean when I pass shore
I can’t follow you I just get mad more
My old head told me love gone make the bag short
Yeah, yeah
God forgive me for my sins, yeah I’m smoking purple like Prince
When she give me common sense, yeah my pockets never thin
Yeah pockets never slim, wait, tables turn they spin, wait
On her knees her shins, yeah she’s on her knees her shins
I cut her off again, baby you condemned, wait
Suck the life up outta me, she eating my semen
I don’t want no kids, yeah, my life is like a myth
Wouldn’t believe this s**t, wouldn’t believe this s**t
Skrt skrt
Like the tabloids, she heard about Miami Ima bad boy
Genie in a bottle, what you ask for
Wish we could spend time, I’ll be back poor
Came up from sleeping yeah on that floor
Girl I miss your ocean when I pass shore
I can’t follow you I just get mad more
My old head told me love gone make the bag short…
