Charles Staples - The Devil Wears Everything

I done tested my fate
I done came last in this race
Now it's all this cake on my face
Now I bet you wanna a lil taste
Like that night fore I left for college we don't talk about all those days
Reminiscing convos bout city business while listening to old drake like
Why'd I let her leave
Too much secrets I done kept I ain't said a thing
I was falling I lacked balance now I'm leveling
She wear red she wear blue she look better green
She wear red she wear blue she wear everything
Yeah said she want a pro now she settling
Yeah said that shit was bad now it's better things
Yeah she like fuck me slow like do better please
I can not control I can't let her scream
Ion what them to know what's going on in here
Swear my niggas find out I can't face my fears
I can't face the music I can't let em hear
Let me wipe your tears yeah
Why you playing games you know we don't lose
Know I stayed the same I don't pick and choose
You been acting different you need someone new
When you in them Prada heels I can't talk to you
When you walk in that red dress I can't take to you
When I hit you in a text you ain't make a move
Why have you been acting different you need someone new
When you in them Prada heels I can't talk to you
When you when you when you when you when you
Ahh ahh woah
Word is that yo whole thing
Did wrong you so mean
Real niggas on my whole team y'all away niggas ain't the home team
Damn niggas tryna steal me
Damn bitches tryna kill me
Damn money made her so calm on the way I was screaming hold on
We wasn't posed to go long shoulda fixed it easy with a phone call
Damn nigga said she both ours I was losing patience on the road dog
Damn girl you like satan I ain't really hating I been feeling so lost
Ever since my brodie gave me details I can't lie nigga I been closed off
Damn shorty I was tryna get you to the crib tryna take your clothes off
Damn shorty I was tryna get you to the crib tryna take your
Damn shorty I was tryna make you feel good make you feel so ahh
Damn niggas tryna talk about the game but never really wanna go hard
Damn shorty I was tryna get you to the crib tryna take your clothes off
Damn shorty will you ever let a nigga live

Written by:
Monte Booker, Xavier Joseph

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