Ayesha Erotica, Miss Prada - Let Me Know lyrics
Ayesha Erotica
[Ayesha Erotica, Miss Prada - Let Me Know lyrics]
You call me crazy and you claim
I'm playing games with you but baby
You're the one that be playing the game
Your friends think you too flat for me
And I ain't good for you but tell me
What's really good for you these days?
You trippin', you lyin'
Watch me run around and have you cryin'
I won't give a damn, I won't give
A damn, I won't give a damn, no
You wanna party then you wanna complain
But then you mad when you see me do the same
Where they do that at?
(Where they do that at?)
Where they do that at though?
So what's it gonna be?
'Cause I ain't playing games now
Do you wanna fuss and fight with me?
Or do you wanna be my babe?
You gotta let me know, you gotta let me know
You gotta let me know, you gotta let me know
(Know, know, know)
You gotta let me know (Gotta let me know)
You gotta let me know
And boy, I feel for you, feel for you
Feel for you
And boy, I feel for you, feel for you
Feel for you yeah, cigarettes and coffee
How the fuck could you not see?
That I've been down since you
Was living with your auntie
On the phone asking if you really want me
Now you wanna party and play
Don't hear one word I say
Missed calls but I see
You Instagrammin' all day, hey
Got a deal for ya, and boy, I feel for you
You gotta let me know
Where this shit gone go
Your mama on my phone
Sayin' that you ain't been
Home in six weeks and everybody miss you
Yeah, she say "everybody miss you"
I'm playing games with you but baby
You're the one that be playing the game
Your friends think you too flat for me
And I ain't good for you but tell me
What's really good for you these days?
You trippin', you lyin'
Watch me run around and have you cryin'
I won't give a damn, I won't give
A damn, I won't give a damn, no
You wanna party then you wanna complain
But then you mad when you see me do the same
Where they do that at?
(Where they do that at?)
Where they do that at though?
So what's it gonna be?
'Cause I ain't playing games now
Do you wanna fuss and fight with me?
Or do you wanna be my babe?
You gotta let me know, you gotta let me know
You gotta let me know, you gotta let me know
(Know, know, know)
You gotta let me know (Gotta let me know)
You gotta let me know
And boy, I feel for you, feel for you
Feel for you
And boy, I feel for you, feel for you
Feel for you yeah, cigarettes and coffee
How the fuck could you not see?
That I've been down since you
Was living with your auntie
On the phone asking if you really want me
Now you wanna party and play
Don't hear one word I say
Missed calls but I see
You Instagrammin' all day, hey
Got a deal for ya, and boy, I feel for you
You gotta let me know
Where this shit gone go
Your mama on my phone
Sayin' that you ain't been
Home in six weeks and everybody miss you
Yeah, she say "everybody miss you"