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Singles


Artist: Nathaniel
Total songs: 4
Year:

It's Me Lyrics - Singles - Nathaniel

She was from Toronto 

Couldn't keep it combo 

Brought her to my condo 

She knew that I was Brooklyn 

So she did it pronto 

Wanted me to cuff 

So she wouldn't let my arm go 

Then Cali , my shawty from the Valley 

Brought her to the trap, 

Let her cop that Arie 

Hit the crib, worked it out like ballies 

She try to trap me, wanted me to be daddy 

Then there was my low joint from Aspen 

Only holler 'cause she got a couple of bad friends 

And all of my hommies that kept asking 

When you gonna take one for the team like a captain? 

 

[Chorus] 

 

It's all good 

We still young 

Let's live life 

And have fun 

One thing that you should know 

before I let go 

 

No it's not you 

It's me, it's me, it's me 

Said you want all my attention, 

Got A.D.D., so let's add another chick 

Tell me what is gonna be 

No it's not you 

It's me, it's me, it's me 

Got a problem with commitment, 

I don't think twice 

Only thing that I love is money, 

Women and living the life 

 

I can't forget my little joint from France 

She love heart words and all that romance 

So I was pepe le pew to get out of her pants 

She was tryna make me sing 

I was tryna make her dance 

My chick from Bermuda, 

She was an angel 

I was tryna get lost in the triangle 

And we should do it from different angles 

Always in the kitchen then never on the table 

 

[Chorus] 

{Uncle Murda} 

 

She not like some other girls, she different 

I'm thinking menaje, she thinking commitment 

So what you keep your hair done and nails did 

You can't be conceited and live in your mom's crib 

And you got a pretty face and big butt 

I like your double D's but you need a tummy tuck 

I see about ten pounds you gotta lose 

Stop comin round me wearing the same shoes 

I ain't your ex-men, I don't drink 

All you get from me is bubble gum and hard dick 

You ain't no Beyonce, I'm sorry 

You the type of chick that'll have me on Maury 

 

[Chorus]