Another One Lyrics - Choyce Cincere

It's your song repeat, its your song repeat 

It's your song repeat 

It's valentines day thirsty on a Tuesday 

Frisk body up free admission like a Friday 

I make time, easy time, l long time 

Body get cranky I hit it cause it's ya bedtime 

Shawty love to bump Eric Bellinger 

This gon' be ya favorite song 

Baby love the way I turn her on 

Guess she only one I'm focused on (focused on you baby) 

We could hit a drive by, miss my exit 

Too much good top girl you bless it 

The way that your body's been eyeing me 

It's the same way your love's been craving 

I know your last name is Errico 

Well baby we can go taking it slow or whatever 

I see them hitting up my woman 

If they ain't looking I don't want her 

I like to make these niggas jealous 

R&B singer Jersey R&B reckless 

Oh it's just interlude 

The same nigga it ain't brand new 

The same nigga it ain't brand new 

It's just another interlude (interlude) 

Same nigga it ain't brand new 

Same nigga it ain't brand new 

Ooh oh it's just another interlude (interlude) 

Yeah yeah 

Say you looking for a lover well say say it 

Girl you know I be here, yes I'll be here 

I wanna smack it baby, I wanna drive you crazy 

I wanna hear you say, I can get it lately 

Baby you're so fucking fine 

Nobody have to know 

I really gotta show 

What you're missing (what you're missing) 

I wanna make you proud they haven't smiled for ahwile 

You got fake people showing fake love to you 

They ain't in love with you 

It's Valentine's Day 

I could roll with you 

These niggas oh so basic they never wanna hear it 

I'm too slight off from average these niggas never get it 

They never wanna hear it 

Shout to B Tiller 

Feeling right self righteous 

Too much good sauce that's how I left her body dressless 

I'm Bold to tell these bitches don't 

If she with you why she calling on my phone 

She's too busy she ain't picking up the phone 

Lately I've been having too much with my goals 

Shawties at my concert fighting over front rows 

Keep the clouds up in air the gas ain't never low 

Grabbing on my belt like she was part of my designer 

Telling former bosses they can't never get hire 

My dick a long ride I gotta mag wit it 

Too much weighing in she Reloads on it 

Ven a qui that baby wanna work it 

Tra tra tra tra tra tra 

Tienes que trajabar 

tra tra tra tra tra tra 

Que yo lo vea, Trabajar 

Hacen pal de dias 

It's your song on repeat 

It's your song on repeat 

Oh it's just another interlude 

Same nigga it ain't brand new