Correction Paroles Frontin (Pharrell Cover) par IDK

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Paroles

Uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh

Don't wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain't looking at no other dudes
'Cause you love me
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe 'cause you love me
Ladies

So then we tried thinking it slow now
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched (Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear your ass up (Tear your ass up)

I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin' (You know I want you, babe)
I'm ready to bury it all, unless you don't carе at all
But you know I want ya (You should stop frontin', babe)

Tryna be the bеst girlfriend you could be
But still you peak and look at me, and girl, I love it
Uh-huh, uh
Then you give your other girls a show
Tell her you gon' call her, ask how it was
And she's gon' love it, woah-oh-oh-oh

So then we tried singing it slow now
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched (Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon' tear your ass up (Tear your ass up)

I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off
I was just frontin', you know I want you, babe
I'm ready to bury it all, unless you don't care at all
But you know I want ya, you should stop frontin', babe

Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

She said I picture bright red stop signs
I picture "Don't walk here" [?] mop signs
I picture all of the bullsh*t we been through
Now you just picture the picture of what I picture when I picture you
Picture two pictures of lemonade, the sweetest of lips
You used to pitch me the idea that you want my d**k
Whenever we split like banana and empty the clip
'Cause we be at war then come together like an eclipse
Because of the stick, the stigma shouldn't be like this
But sh*t, the stigma of crossin' lines, reason we trip
And fallin' in love but true gon' fall from above
A shot of the cupid 'til it crosses the flock of a dove
And that's a fancy way of sayin' you ain't sh*t
After all this time, this is what I get?
Like the slang of a Miami n***a, in his words
"You the opposite of truth, you ain't legit, legit"
I'm tryna flip the switch
Of feelings as you insist to b*t*h
But momma taught me never call a girl out of her name
For now, you and I [?]

Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

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