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    "Trials Of Love" Lyrics

    The Prodigy

    Come here darlin', have a seat, we need to speak
    Look straight in my eyes, tell me what you see?
    Is it that same nigga that you fell for from the door

    Ain't I that same nigga we was both on the train goin' hard
    And then your shit surfaced
    Takin the phone in the bathroom, whisperin' wit your girlfriends
    Try to play me on some jerk shit

    Numbers underneath the sole of your lady Timb's

    ... Ooh shit!!

    Kid, I kept it tight for you
    Turned nigga's down, didn't go out all them nights for you
    And I ain't even that type'a bitch
    I heard about Jones Beach and Luke's Freak Fest

    Nevertheless I still put my faith in you
    You was my dog, so I stayed faithful
    But I'll be god damned if I be some nigga dumb bitch
    It's fucked up it gotta go down like this...

    [P] Yo, have you ever had a bitch that'll pop guns for you?
    [B] Type of nigga you'll do anything he ask to?
    [P] Snake bitch turn around and backstab you?
    [B] Crab nigga found out he fucked around too?

    [P] Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that's boo
    [P] Rockin your 4 wheel drive and tattoo
    [B] Talk sweet thinkin that he rockin you to sleep?
    [B] Who me? Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist

    You was once my bunny, now you want to act funny
    I'm that same nigga from the first day who dress bummy
    Same grimy style nigga, I'm still hungry
    I never lost my thirst for takin that money
    I never lost my lust for chicks lovely

    You met me on those terms, so that's how I'm runnin
    I still walk up in the crib 5 in the mornin
    ... And still count my cash before I crash
    What you thought, you had a dunny? I ain't the one honey

    You skim 20's out of my stacks of Benny's

    You done found yourself a street life love, to death do us
    Remember that shit, now everything's ass-backwards
    We was more like Mickie and Mallory

    You fouled out on me; found another man math in your belly bag, damn!
    I wish you luck though, you sneaky bum hoe
    Catch you on the corner while I pass in my truck though

    Yeah aight
    First of all Fuck You, and everything you own nigga
    You got a lot a nerve, nigga
    I should throw a brick through your shit, fuck your whips

    It ain't about that, it's about you givin' out my dick
    Or so it seems, I can only call it how I see it
    Got hoes callin' the crib, hangin' up not speakin'
    Come on, what type of shit is that?

    What, I'm supposed to sit back, stay up all night for you to get back?
    Like the world revolves around P
    So while you strolled in at 5 I was comin' in at 3 3:30
    Niggas want to play dirty

    Fuck it, that's how you want to rock let's get dirty
    Yeah, condom wrappers in the back of the Azure
    Talkin' bout you let your mans get off, your G ain't strong
    I'm gone, you ain't worth the tears

    You lost the best thing you ever had in your life, a waste of my years


    I might give out, but I'll never give in...
    We might as well, be friends, yes we have...
    This song was submitted on November 2nd, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Alan Maman, Albert Johnson, John Herbert Jr. Harris, Lou Bond.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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