Sabrina Carpenter – Please Please Please Lyrics

I know I have good judgement
I know I have good taste
It’s funny and it’s ironic
That only I feel that way
I promise ‘em that you’re different
And everyone makes mistakes
But just don’t

I heard that you’re an actor
So act like a stand up guy
Whatever devils inside you
Don’t let him out tonight
I tell them it’s just your culture
And everyone rolls their eyes
Yeah I know

All I’m asking baby

Please please please don’t prove I’m right
Please please please
Don’t bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice
Heartbreak is one thing
My egos another
I beg you don’t embarass me
Mother fucker ahhh
Please please please

Well I have a fun idea babe
Maybe just stay inside
I know you’re craving some fresh air
But the ceiling fan is so nice
And we could live so happily
If no one knows that you’re with me
I’m just kidding
But really
Kinda
Really
Really

Please please please don’t prove I’m right
Please please please
Don’t bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice
Heartbreak is one thing
My egos another
I beg you don’t embarass me
Mother fucker ahhh
Please please please

If you wanna go and be stupid
Don’t do it in front of me
If you don’t wanna cry to my music
Don’t make me hate you prolifically
Please please please
Please please please
Please
Please
Please

Oh, yeah, my bitch just walked in

Tyga – Hello B*tch Got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser Open up her mouth, she a real fucking eater Fly the pussy out, she don’t even got a visa
She suck a nigga soul like the fucking Grim Reaper

I’ma Mobb Deep her, bust it like speaker
Sex in my aura, I ain’t talking about Rita
My lil’ bitch Tila, tipsy on tequila
In the strip club, bitch, I’m bigger than Bieber
I put two bitches in a two seater
My gun talk shit like a motherfucking diva
That’s Nina, R.I.P Tina
It’s a whole lot of money in this bitch, call BIA

Yeah, I got bitches on the floor
And they scraping every dollar like the motherfuckers poor
I give bitches hope, I’m the motherfucking pope
Heard your money dried up, man, you nigga so soaked (Washed)
Spin cycle, my bitches got lipo
Ass like a peach and it’s stacked like a Bible (Bounce that ass)
Young Michael, American Psycho
Got a French bitch, make the dick like the Eiffel

Told her keep it real with me
Murdering the pussy, straight kill with me
Hundred million later they gon’ deal with me (They gon’ deal)
Cheated on the bitch and she still with me (Still, huh)
Man, this shit getting crazy (Crazy)
Bitches wanna have my baby (Baby)
And I’m shooting every shot like the motherfucking army
Nah better yet the Navy

Bitch try to play me, I go fucking Tom Brady
You niggas yes men, and your bitch is a maybe
She kissing on girls, and she like it like Katy
Sparkle on my ice and it’s looking like the 80s
Life’s so sweet like a hotel, baby
Yeah, I got it maid like the cleaning lady
Look up the word G-R-E-A-T in the dictionary
You gon’ see a picture of me, bitch

Hello, bitch
Hello, bitch
Hello, bitch
Hello, bitch

H-hello, bitch
H-hello, bitch
Hello, bitch
Hello, bitch

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