BigGong: OLS4 (Ordinary Love Shit 4) Lyrics

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(Freestyle) Tell me how long are we suppose to act like this? We won't 
neva get on track like this How can I eva tell ya how I feel if ya react like 
this? Ya call me ova here to talk not get attacked like this Its 
funny Got yo track shoes on but what ya runnin' from Shit I know where ya 
goin' & where ya comin' from That’s immaturity showin', its just the baby 
in ya One of the reasons why I neva put a baby in ya Tired of hearin' how 
ya’ll neva trust me again How ya luv me, then ya hate me, then ya luv me 
again One minute I’m yo soul-mate then it’s fuck me again Until ya get 
horny enough & wanna fuck me again But check it I just wanna treat ya 
good & do betta Ya think I’m runnin' around tryna be the hoods Hugh 
Heffner Sayin' I’m all about hoes, when I’m all about ya Even when I’m wit 
my hoes, I tell them all about ya Say that’s just one reason I keep losin' 
ya I don’t understand it, that shit is confusin' 2 Ya left me, I’m doin' 
me, ya doin' ya So what the fuck is me doin' me have to do wit ya How dare 
ya tell me its tougher fo' ya ? Like I don’t hear about them niggas ya 
fucking wit 2 I had neva knew ya thought like that Who knew ya was into 
sports like that Mo' prayers cuz they all players Ya out there havin' a 
ball, playa Ball player afta ball playa I mean ya wit the ball players mo' 
than ball players Hope they ain't fuckin' ya & makin' ya they 
ball-player Come to me, I just get a hard time Why they give one to ya , 
is this what ya wanna do? Wit me ya get an attitude, ya get all stuck 
up Start callin' me a fuck up until I tell ya shut the fuck up But the 
part I don’t respect is Ya so cool wit erry otha one of yo exes It's 
history between us, all ain't right either Back & forth domestic, call it 
fight feva Be wantin' ya close to me Supposedly, ya say ya ova me That 
just come across as a joke to me Cuz ya ain't got the luv that 
expires Worst case, ya'll get tired Tell yo friends I'm a liar Tried 
therapy when we felt it goin' sour That’s four hunid dollas erry hour Fo' 
him to come & mediate, referee, be our interpreter Tell me I need to 
lower my voice, don’t curse at her Says she’s only frustrated cuz I keep 
hurtin' her Tell me despite all that, he can tell that I worship her Soon 
as ya let yo guard down, I get it up again Fixin' it is 2 much work, so I 
give up again But I wanna spend the rest of my life wit ya Make a wife wit 
ya , make it alright wit ya But how are ya eva suppose to think that I’m 
right fo' ya When all I eva do is treat ya like a recyclable Disgraceful 
& ya want me to chase ya But its easier fo' me to replace ya Cuz I see 
it like If ya can't deal wit what we go thru I got bitches lined up, I got 
an ego 2 And to them I’m errythin' Funny, I'm great & I’m 
charmin' But to ya I’m alarmin', all I do is bring harm in To ya , I’m the 
cuz of all yo misery Of course I disagree, ya goin' off our history All 
that arguin' just ain't my style Cuz that anger now got us like strangers 
now Ya tell me I should get help & I’m sick in the head Ya found make 
up on the sheets, I had a bitch in our bed But wait, I ain't luv her tho, I 
ain't fuck her tho I could dead that bitch right now man, fuck that ho Ya 
just think I'll get anotha & anotha ho Way ya talk to me its like I got a 
whole club of hoes But I could switch gears, make them all disappear Ya 
goin' thru my phone like I got a bitch in there We discussin' chicks afta 
they thru They don’t matter to me, but fo' sum' reason they matter to 
ya We keep havin' the same threesome But not kind of come as a 
blessin' Ya keep bringin' up my last girl Like she ain't my past girl like 
ya ain't the reason she present Check it Ya ain't got to worry about me 
& her If I wanted to be wit her I would be wit her Yeah we hung 
together Strip clubs had fun together But that’s done, don't sweat 
her Ya the only one I wanna do a bid wit Live wit, share my last name, 
have kids wit Can’t be understated errytime we eva ran witchyu Ya compare 
me in yo head to sum' nigga ya created I’m a long way from perfect, I got 
shit wit me Still I want ya to luv me unconditionally 9 years in, I don’t 
deserve what ya givin' me Like ya get a victory by actin' like a dick to 
me Want me to see how it feels, I get the trickery Lesson learned tho, ya 
my missin' piece Give anotha chance to yo ex Ya don’t pick up the phone, 
ya don’t answer my texts Bitch We ain't give it all that we got Still 
ain't empty the clip, lets give it one mo' shot Or We can go ahead on our 
own I need ya I can’t do this alone (But ya keep runnin' away)

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