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Lizzo - Cuz I Love You Album Lyrics



Lizzo - Cuz I Love You Lyrics






Cuz I Love You

I'm cryin' 'cause I love you, oh
Yah yah yah, yah yah, yah yah

Never been in love before
What the f*ck are f*ckin' feelings, yo?
Once upon a time, I was a ho
I don't even wanna ho no mo'
Got you somethin' from the liquor store
Little bit of Lizzo and some Mo
Tryna open up a little more
Sorry if my heart a little slow

I thought that I didn't care
I thought I was love-impaired
But baby, baby
I don't know what I'm gon' do
I'm cryin' 'cause I love you, oh
Yes, you
Yah yah, yah yah

Got me standin' in the rain
Gotta get my hair pressed again
I would do it for you all, my friend
Ready baby? Will you be my man?
Wanna put you on a plane
Fly you out to wherever I am
Catch you on the low, I was ashamed
Now I'm crazy, 'bout to tat your name

I thought that I didn't care
I thought I was love-impaired
But baby, oh, baby
I don't know what I'm gon' do
I'm cryin' 'cause I love you, yeah
I'm cryin', hey

I thought that I didn't care
I thought I was love-impaired
But baby, baby
I don't know what I'm gon' do
I'm cryin' 'cause I love you
Oh, yes, you
I'm cryin', I'm cryin', I'm cryin'
Oh

I'm cryin' 'cause I love you
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Writer: Casey Wakeley Harris, Adam Levin, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Russ Flynn, Samuel Nelson Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Z-TOWN MUSIC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Like a Girl

Uh
Go

Woke up feelin' like I just might run for President
Even if there ain't no precedent, switchin' up the messaging
I'm about to add a little estrogen
Buy my whip by myself
Pay my rent by myself

Only exes that I care about are in my f*cking chromosomes
I don't really need you, I'm Macaulay Culkin home alone
Bad bitch, diamonds in my collarbone (yee, yee)
Buy my whip by myself
Pay my rent by myself

Sugar, spice and I'm nice
Show me what you're made of
Crazy, sexy, cool baby
With or without makeup
Got nothing to prove (got nothing to prove)
But I'ma show you how I do

Find me up in Magic City bustin' hundreds by the bands
And I throw it like a girl
Throw it, throw it like a girl
Hangin' out the 750
Feelin' bossy in my city
'Cause I run it like a girl
Run it, run it like a girl
I work my femininity
I make these boys get on their knees
Now watch me do it, watch me do it
Look it, look it, I'ma do it
Like a girl (like a girl)
Like a girl (like a girl)

Shoot the car through the fire, light the kerosene (we can do it)
Lauryn Hill told me everything is everything (we can do it)
Serena Willy showed me I can win the Wimbledon (we can do it)
Uh, put me on a pedestal
Bet on me, bet I will

Sugar, spice and I'm nice
Show me what you're made of
Crazy, sexy, cool baby
With or without makeup
Got nothing to prove (got nothing to prove)
But I'ma show you how I do (but I'ma show you how I do)

Find me up in Magic City bustin' hundreds by the bands
And I throw it like a girl
Throw it, throw it like a girl
Hangin' out the 750
Feelin' bossy in my city
'Cause I run it like a girl
Run it, run it like a girl
I work my femininity
I make these boys get on their knees
Now watch me do it, watch me do it
Look it, look it, I'ma do it
Like a girl (like a girl)
Like a girl (like a girl)

So if you fight like a girl, cry like a girl
Do your thing, run the whole damn world
If you feel like a girl then you real like a girl
Do your thing, run the whole damn world
If you fight like a girl, cry like a girl
Do your thing, run the whole damn world
If you feel like a girl then you real like a girl
Do your thing, run the whole damn world

Find me up in Magic City bustin' hundreds by the bands
And I throw it like a girl (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw it, throw it like a girl
Hangin' out the 750 (hangin' out the 750, baby)
Feelin' bossy in my city
'Cause I run it like a girl (yeah, I run it like a girl)
Run it, run it like a girl
I work my femininity (yeah, I work it baby)
I make these boys get on their knees (get on your knees, yeah)
Now watch me do it, watch me do it
Look it, look it, I'ma do it (watch me do it)
Like a girl (like a girl)
Like a girl (like a girl, yeah)

Shit, f*ck, I didn't know it was ending right there
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Writer: Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Sean Maxwell Douglas, Warren Okay III Felder
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Juice

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Don't say it, 'cause I know I'm cute (ooh, baby)
Louis down to my drawers
LV all on my shoes (ooh, baby)
I be drippin' so much sauce
Got a bitch lookin' like ragú (ooh, baby)
Lit up like a crystal ball
That's cool, baby, so is you
That's how I roll

If I'm shinin', everybody gonna shine (yeah, I'm goals)
I was born like this, don't even gotta try (now you know)
I'm like chardonnay, get better over time (so you know)
Heard you say I'm not the baddest, bitch, you lied

It ain't my fault that I'm out here gettin' loose
Gotta blame it on the Goose
Gotta blame it on my juice, baby
It ain't my fault that I'm out here makin' news
I'm the pudding in the proof
Gotta blame it on my juice
Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice
Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice (ooh, baby)

No, I'm not a snack at all
Look, baby, I'm the whole damn meal (ooh, baby)
David, you ain't bein' slick
Don't dare try to cop a feel (ooh, baby)
The juice ain't worth the squeeze
If the juice don't look like this (like this, like this, like this)
Hold up, nigga, please
Don't make me have to take your bitch (how I roll)

If I'm shinin', everybody gonna shine (yeah, I'm goals)
I was born like this, don't even gotta try (now you know)
I'm like chardonnay, get better over time (so you know)
Heard you say I'm not the baddest, bitch, you lied (you lied)

It ain't my fault that I'm out here gettin' loose
Gotta blame it on the Goose
Gotta blame it on my juice, baby
It ain't my fault that I'm out here makin' news
I'm the pudding in the proof
Gotta blame it on my juice
Ya-ya-ee (ya-ya-ee), ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice
Ya-ya-ee (ya-ya-ee), ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice (alright)
Ya-ya-ee

Somebody come get this man
I think he got lost in my DMs, what? My DMs, what?
You better come get your man
I think he wanna be way more than friends, what?
More than friends
What you want me to say?

It ain't my fault that I'm out here gettin' loose
Gotta blame it on the Goose
Gotta blame it on my juice, baby
It ain't my fault that I'm out here makin' news
I'm the pudding in the proof (puddin' in the proof)
Gotta blame it on my juice (blame it on my juice)
Ya-ya-ee (Yay-ya), ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice
Ya-ya-ee (Ya-ya-ee), ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice
(Blame it on it, yeah)
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Writer: Eric Burton Frederic, Melissa Jefferson, Sam Michael Sumser, Sean Spencer Small, Theron Makiel Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Soulmate

True story
No glory, let's go

Yeah, the old me used to love a Gemini
Like a threesome, f*ckin' with him every night
A lotta two-faced people show me both sides
So I figured out I gotta be my own type

They used to say to get a man you had to know how to look
They used to say to keep a man you had to know how to cook
But I'm solo in Soho, sippin' Soju in Malibu
It's a me, myself kinda attitude

'Cause I'm my own soulmate (Yeah, yeah)
I know how to love me (Love me)
I know that I'm always gonna hold me down
Yeah, I'm my own soulmate (Yeah, yeah)
No, I'm never lonely (Lonely)
I know I'm a queen but I don't need no crown
Look up in the mirror like damn she the one

One, one, one, one, one, one (The one)
Like damn she the one
One, one, one (The one)
That bitch in the mirror like yeah, I'm in love
Love, love, love, love, love, love (In love)
Like yeah, I'm in love
Love, love, love (In love)
Look up in the mirror like damn she the one

And she never tell me to exercise
We always get extra fries
And you know the sex is fire
And I gotta testify
I get flowers every Sunday
I'mma marry me one day

True love ain't something you can buy yourself
True love finally happens when you by yourself
So if you by yourself, then go and buy yourself
Another round from the bottle on the higher shelf

'Cause I'm my own soulmate (Yeah, yeah)
I know how to love me (Love me)
I know that I'm always gonna hold me down
(Always gonna hold me down)
Yeah, I'm my own soulmate (Yeah, yeah)
No, I'm never lonely (Lonely)
(No I'm never lonely, no)
I know I'm a queen but I don't need no crown
Look up in the mirror like damn she the one

One, one, one, one, one, one (The one)
Like damn she the one (She the one, she the one)
One, one, one (The one) (She the one, she the one, she the one)
That bitch in the mirror like yeah, I'm in love
(I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love)
Love, love, love, love, love, love (In love)
(I'm in love, I'm in love)
Like yeah, I'm in love
(I'm in love, yeah I'm in love)
Love, love, love (In love)
Look up in the mirror like damn she the one

I'm the one (Oh)
I'm the one (You're the one)
I'm the one, the one
Look up in the mirror like damn she the one
One, one, one, one, one, one
Like damn she the one
One, one, one, one
That bitch in the mirror like yeah, I'm in love
Love, love, love, love, love, love (In love)
Like yeah, I'm in love
In love
Look up in the mirror

'Cause I'm my own soulmate (Yeah, yeah)
I know how to love me (Love me)
I know that I'm always gonna hold me down
(Look up in the mirror like damn she the one)
Yeah, I'm my own soulmate (Yeah, yeah)
No, I'm never lonely (Lonely)
I know I'm a queen but I don't need no crown
Look up in the mirror like damn she the one
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Writer: Melissa Jefferson, Sean Douglas, Warren Felder
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Jerome

Woo, oh
Here we go again
Uh-uh, hee-hee
Uh, look, listen, shut up

Jerome, Jerome
Take your ass home
And come back when you're grown
Jerome, Jerome
Go on, take your ass home
Where the pictures have thorns

Poor little baby
Who told you that you stood a chance with this royalty?
You're so sweet, bless your heart
Can't let a pretty face distract me from business
And God as my witness, your ugly ass won't either
I'm sorry, 2 am photos with smileys and hearts
Ain't the way to my juicy parts
Boy, thank me later, looks good on paper
But love isn't easy, so I'll do the hardest part

Jerome, Jerome
Go on, take your ass home
And come back when you're grown
Jerome, ooh, Jerome
Go on, take your ass home
Where the pictures have thorns

I never said I was perfect
Or you don't deserve a good person
To carry your baggage
I know a few girls that can handle it
I ain't that kind of chick (But I can call 'em for you if you want)
I never said that you wasn't attractive
Your style and that beard, oh!
Don't get me distracted
I'm tryna be patient, and patience takes practice
The fact is I'm leaving, so just let me have this

Jerome, Jerome
Take your ass home
And come back when you're grown, oh
Jerome, ooh, Jerome
Go on, take your ass home
Where the pictures have thorns

(Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee)
Don't cry for me, baby
(Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee)
(Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee)
Oh, don't cry for me, baby
(Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee)
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Writer: Adam Levin, Casey Harris, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Samuel Nelson Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Cry Baby

Pull this car over babe
Don't pretend like you don't know
A lot of girls have time for this shit
Honestly I don't

He said why you cryin' baby?
Why you cryin', baby?
What did I do wrong?
I said, shut up and kiss me, oh
'Cause I don't wanna be here for long

I swore you'd never see this side
But it's so hard to say goodbye
I don't need to apologize
'Cause big girls gotta cry

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

You should feel honored boy, uh
You got me feelin' this much
I clear my schedule for you
Let my guard down for you
And you gon' make me put it back up

Oh, you know why I'm cryin'
Why I'm cryin', baby
You don't pick up the phone
You do the same thing to your friends and family
You gon' end up alone

I swore you'd never see this side
But it's so hard to say goodbye
I don't need to apologize
'Cause big girls gotta cry

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

It feels so fine, so good sometimes
Some big girls gotta cry
After this is done just take me home
I'm feelin' vulnerable
I don't need to apologize
'Cause big girls gotta cry

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, it's my life
You know it hurts sometimes
My love is your love
Why can't your love be mine?
Oh, oh, oh
I get a little lost sometimes
Sometimes you need to cry
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Writer: Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Eric Burton Frederic, Theron Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Tempo

I've been waitin' for this one
Turn it up

Slow songs, they for skinny hoes
Can't move all of this here to one of those
I'm a thick bitch, I need tempo (tempo)
F*ck it up to the tempo

Pitty-pat, pitty-pat, pitty-pitty-pat (pat)
Look at my ass, it's fitty-fitty-fat (fat)
Kitty cat, kitty cat, kitty-kitty cat (cat)
Prrr me a glass, boy, I like my water wet (wet)
Throw it back (throw it back, threw it back)
Catch that (catch that, catch that)
I need a jack (woo)
For all of this ass, but it won't go flat (wait a minute)
Baby, baby (baby)
Come eat some of this cakey (cake)
He look like he could gain a little weight (a little weight)
Lick the icing off, put the rest in your face (face)

Slow songs, they for skinny hoes
Can't move all of this here to one of those (hey)
I'm a thick bitch, I need tempo (need it)
F*ck it up to the tempo
F*ck it up to the tempo
F*ck it up to the tempo
Slow songs, they for skinny hoes
F*ck it up to the tempo (tempo)

F*ck it up, f*ck it up
Boyfriend watchin', oh now he wanna knuckle up
Get on this ride, baby, you gon' have to buckle up
Thick thighs save lives, call me little buttercup
All means necessary (ayy)
My ass is not an accessorary (what?)
Nigga, I said it, accessorary (what?)
Twerk skills up on legendary

Slow songs, they for skinny hoes
Can't move all of this here to one of those (hey)
I'm a thick bitch, I need tempo (need it)
F*ck it up to the tempo
F*ck it up to the tempo
F*ck it up to the tempo
Slow songs, they for skinny hoes
F*ck it up to the tempo

Missy!
Let's go (let's go), let's go (let's go)
All the fly girls head to the dance floor
Kitty cat, kitty cat, prrr
All the thick girls down on the flrrr (on the floor)
Ice on my neck like brrr (like brrr)
I'm big-boned with nice curves (nice curves)
Look at me, I know I look grrrd (good)
Look good, look good, look grrrd (look good)
I'ma show y'all chicks how to drrr it
Your nigga, he wish he could
Thick girl (thick girl), split (split)
Get a bag (get a bag), get rich (get rich)
Hair done (hair done), fixed (fixed)
If you see a hater, tell him quit (stop)
Get your own dough (own dough)
Get your bread, own dough (own dough)
Go head ladies, head to the floor (floor)
F*ck up the tempo, thick girls get low (woo)

Slow songs, they for skinny hoes
Can't move all of this here to one of those (hey)
I'm a thick bitch, I need tempo (need it)
F*ck it up to the tempo
F*ck it up to the tempo
F*ck it up to the tempo
Slow songs, they for skinny hoes
F*ck it up to the tempo

Girl, run that shit back
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Writer: Melissa Arnette Elliott, Melissa Jefferson, Theron Thomas, Daniel Farber, Eric Frederic, Antonio Cuna, Tobias Wincorn
Copyright: Lyrics © GATEWAY MUSIC, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ACUM Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Exactly How I Feel

That's exactly how I feel
That's exactly how I feel
That's exactly how I feel

I woke up this morning
Wrong side of the bed
I don't have to 'splain it
(How I feel)
I might be a bitch (Bitch)
I might make a friend (Friend)
Ain't I so amazing? (Uh-huh)

Love me or hate me
Who are you changing?
And I don't give a f*ck, no

That's exactly how I feel (Uh)
That's exactly how I feel (Say it again)
That's exactly how I feel (Woo)

Don't hide no emotions (Emotions)
Wear 'em on my sleeve (On my sleeve)
All my feelings Gucci
(It's Gucci)
Can't hold back my tears
That would be a crime
'Cause I look pretty cryin'
Oh, they ain't tell you?

Love me or hate me
Who are you changing?
And I don't give a f*ck, no

That's exactly how I feel (How I feel)
That's exactly how I feel (How I feel)
(It's Gucci)
That's exactly how I feel

I feel like hurtin' they feelings
I don't get mad, I get millions
My heart ain't got no feelings
My cars ain't got no ceiling
I ain't with that actin' all friendly
Please step away from the Bentley
You're either not with me or with me
Defy close by like he's with me
Stay in your lane, don't tempt me
Mister bust a whole clip 'til it's empty
I got a feelin' that tonight's gonna be a good night
Like Ferg and them said, God willing
Fire chains on like brr
Feelin' like rockin' my fur
Rolls Royce with the chauffeur
How your toes feel on the mink floor?
It's Gucci

Cry 'cause I want to
Smile if I want to
Yes I can
Love 'cause I want to
Get so mad I could scream (I could scream)
I could scream (I could scream)
I could scream (Sing it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's exactly how I feel (How I feel)
That's exactly how I feel (How I feel)
That's exactly how I feel
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Writer: Melissa Jefferson, Michael Sabath, Theron Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Better in Color

Black, white, ebony
All sound good to me
Two tone recipe
Got good chemistry
J. F. Kennedy's
Kiss hood celebrities
Don't matter to me
'Cause I like everything

You can be my lover
'Cause love looks better in color
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big dick energy
Tastes like collard greens
Big ass patty cake
Hey, happy days
Bitch don't label me
I'm mean, famously
Nobody's safe, nobody
You and you and you and

You can be my lover
'Cause love looks better in color
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Color
Love looks better
Love, love looks better in color (you know it do)
(Ooh) if I try to tell you then you try to hurt me
Ya'll don't hear me

Sick six piston
Tiptoe kissin'
Catcall kittens
Whole milk lickin'
See my vision
Rainbow smitten
It's easy baby, got the whole world for the pickin'

You can be my lover
'Cause love looks better in color
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Color
My whole world o' color, babe
Love looks better
Love, love looks better in color (yeah) (rainbows and shit)
(Ooh) if I try to tell you then you try to hurt me
I'mma tell your momma

Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me, color me, color me, color me

Yeah, you can be my lover
'Cause love looks better in color
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's dark under the covers but love looks better in color
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Writer: Alex Niceforo, Keith Sorrells, Melissa Jefferson, Michael Pollack, Warren Felder
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Heaven Help Me

Heaven help me
If love ain't dead I'ma kill it 'cause it's killin' me
Cold world, they'll be livin' in a fantasy
Got me, it's the only thing I'll ever need
Heaven help me
If love ain't dead I'ma kill it 'cause it's killin' me
Love is a drug with amphetamine
D-A-R-E, they'll be hooked on me

Y'all, who you think you sassing?
Say whoa, baby I'm a classic
Say whoa, silent like a Hitchcock
Say whoa, got you goin' psycho
Oh no, don't you get your Sheera
Say whoa, catch you with the tick tock
Say whoa, time's up on these motherf*ckers
Say whoa, what you say, what you say sucker?
(Say whoa, what you say?)

If you think you got me dickmatized
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
I need to get you out of my life
Can I get an amen?

Heaven help me
If love ain't dead I'ma kill it 'cause it's killin' me
Cold world, they'll be livin' in a fantasy
Got me, it's the only thing I'll ever need
Heaven help me
If love ain't dead I'ma kill it 'cause it's killin' me
Love is a drug with amphetamine
D-A-R-E, they'll be hooked on me

Hit 'em with the Bible, say whoa
Hit 'em with the drive-by, say whoa
Hit 'em with the dry cry, say whoa
Then you get a new guy, hello

Even if you are the love of my life
Sorry baby, I got too much pride

Heaven help me
If love ain't dead I'ma kill it 'cause it's killin' me
Cold world, they'll be livin' in a fantasy
Got me, it's the only thing I'll ever need
Heaven help me
If love ain't dead I'ma kill it 'cause it's killin' me
Love is a drug with amphetamine
D-A-R-E, they'll be hooked on me

Heaven help me
If love ain't dead I'ma kill it 'cause it's killin' me
Oh, can I get an amen? (amen)

Been thinkin' about you, thinkin' about you, thinkin' about you baby
If love didn't drive me crazy, maybe I'd be your baby
Trust baby, you can't make me, there you go tryin' to change me
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Writer: Adam Levin, Casey Harris, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Samuel Nelson Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Lingerie

(Yeah)
Damn

Hair down, moonlit
Look at my lipstick
So thick, so fit
Wanna put your lips in places, oh
The sun don't shine there
I like that right there (I like that)
Keep goin' and goin' and keep it flowin', uh
You know what you doin', don't you?

So I lounge around in my lingerie
I wanna be prepared for you just in case
So I lounge around in my lingerie
You better come my way

I don't got no secrets
You don't know these panties are see-through
I'm exposed, yeah
Treat you with my body, my eyes closed
Baby let me feel you close
You make me crescendo, I'm going up
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, let's open the window
And let the world know
Oh, oh, oh

So I lounge around in my lingerie
I wanna be prepared for you just in case
So I lounge around in my lingerie
You better come my way

Ooh oh oh ooh
Ooh oh oh ooh
Ooh oh oh ooh
Ooh oh oh ooh

So I lounge around in my lingerie
I wanna be prepared for you just in case, yeah
So I lounge around in my lingerie
Oh, you better come my way
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Writer: Eric Frederic, Melissa Jefferson, Nate Mercereau, Theron Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Truth Hurts

Why are men great 'til they gotta be great?
Woo

I just took a DNA test, turns out I'm 100% that bitch
Even when I'm crying crazy
Yeah, I got boy problems, that's the human in me
Bling bling, then I solve 'em, that's the goddess in me
You coulda had a bad bitch, non-committal
Help you with your career just a little
You're 'posed to hold me down, but you're holding me back
And that's the sound of me not calling you back

Why are men great 'til they gotta be great?
Don't text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bomb lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi dom bi dum bum bay

You tried to break my heart?
Oh, that breaks my heart
That you thought you ever had it
No, you ain't from the start
Hey, I'm glad you're back with your bitch
I mean who would wanna hide this?
I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever be your side chick
I put the sing in single
Ain't worried 'bout a ring on my finger
So you can tell your friend, "Shoot your shot" when you see 'em
It's OK, he already in my DMs

Why are men great 'til they gotta be great?
Don't text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bomb lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi dom bi dum bum bay

I'ma hit you back in a minute
I don't play tag, bitch, I been it
We don't f*ck with lies, we don't do goodbyes
We just keep it pushing like ay ay ay
I'ma hit you back in a minute
I don't play tag, bitch, I been it
We don't f*ck with lies, we don't do goodbyes
We just keep it pushing like ay ay ay

Why are men great 'til they gotta be great?
Don't text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bomb lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi dom bi dum bum bay

(With the bomb lighting)
(Minnesota Vikings)
(Yee, eh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jesse St John, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ricky Reed, Steven Cheung
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Cuz I Love You is the third studio album and major label debut studio album by American rapper and singer Lizzo. It was released through Nice Life and Atlantic Records on April 19, 2019. The album features guest appearances from fellow American rappers Missy Elliott and Gucci Mane. It spawned the single "Juice" and the promotional single "Tempo", the latter of which is a collaboration with Elliott.

The deluxe edition of the album was released on May 3 and includes the Billboard Hot 100 number one single "Truth Hurts". The deluxe edition was nominated for Album of the Year at the 62nd Annual Grammy Awards, and won Best Urban Contemporary Album.
Performed By: Lizzo
Genre(s): Pop, hip hop, R&B
Producer(s): Producer Sweater Beats, Dan Farber, Lizzo, Nate Mercereau, Oak, Ricky Reed, Mike Sabath, Trevorious, Tobias Wincorn, X Ambassadors,
Length: 33:18
Released: April 19th, 2019
Year: 2019

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