Lyrics Z–Ro – Act Like That
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All I wanna know why you wanna act like that
Cuz he ain’t gonna hit it from the front like this,
or hit it from the back like that
Think Ima wait on you to make up your mind?
Bet I won’t, Hell naw…
All I wanna know why you wanna act like that
Cuz he ain’t gonna hit it from the front like this,
or hit it from the back like that
A real G, that’s what you want
Think Ima wait on you to feel me?
The fuck off my phone…
I said don’t go fuckin with that crazy bitch, she will take you to war (I told ya)
Ya didn’t listen now she done knocked all the windows out your car (I told ya)
But I ain’t the one for that drama baby
Protect yourself when you around my baby momma, baby
Why you worried bout what them thots said?
At the end of the night you in my bed
Why you listenin to what them bitches be sayin?
You need to listen to what I said,
I ain’t tellin you nothin wrong, just tryna take you home
Hit the mute button on that attitude woman,
I know you want this bone (here it go)
All I wanna do is spin ya, spin ya, run up in ya
Then its straight to ?
we’ll get some dinner
Yeah I heard what you said about me,h, but I forgive ya
Cuz when you be actin unplaya baby, I cant even hear ya… (say what)
If I didn’t give a damn about ya, you woulda got beat the fuck up
when you want me to beat the pussy the fuck up (for real)
Don’t get it twisted cuz I sing a little R&B
I’ll murder anybody if they go to war with me (Vandross)
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Why you always worried about Jus Brittany?
Mad at her cuz she be makin me smile, but that don’t mean she fuck with me
That’s a bad bitch, but that’s my sister
I ain’t never sucked on her titty nipple
You the one that been wettin my sheets,
Never needed a life jacket to swim in your river
I’m use to ya
But I ain’t got nothin to prove to ya
If you leavin Ima pass your shoes to ya
I ain’t trippin baby, leave you drippin baby
Everyday, you know that’s what I do to ya
So unball your forehead there ain’t no reason to be lookin like that
Two deep on the beach no beef, just you and an OP
Won’t pay your rent (I ain’t gonna do that shit…)
Won’t buy your clothes (Hell nah I ain’t gonna do that shit either though…)
Won’t even cook your dinner boo (I can’t cook anyway…)
I’m just tryna go up under ya skirt, show me that work
I’s a playa B…
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