Emily Litta - Messy

I got that Fendi Prada
No Escada, Dolce and Gabbana
She keeps looking at my stories like she wanna be my lover

Oh Baby, what a blessing
I'm so high up, it's impressive
Just be careful with the message or you're gonna make it messy

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And it's so simple how we manage
He's my man and I'm his woman
We go steady
We go heavy
He's becoming my Hayeti
If you keep on tuning in
You might just see a wedding ring

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Oh baby what a blessing
Im so high up it's impressive

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And I'm such a mess in the way I deliver eh
Got me shivering
Cry in the car before going to dinner eh
What a winner
But you seem to like me, adore me
I know it cause you told me

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In conclusion I'm so flattered
That what happened didn't matter
Yeah I know you got a taste
But you let it go to waste
Yeah I know you got a taste
But I'm taking the whole plate

Ha

Written by:
Emily Statham

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