It’ll be alright lyrics

by

Zeven


Got no b*tch by my side
Make me really wanna die
But I tell myself at night
It’ll be alright
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
I don’t understand

Got no b*tch by my side
Make me really wanna die
But I tell myself at night
It’ll be alright
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
Got no b*tch by my side
Make me really wanna die
But I tell myself at night
It’ll be alright
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea

Call my phone, leave a text
All you really want is sex
Can’t believe you’d do me dirty
After being oh-so flirty
Now you got a mans
And he treats you like his friends, yea
Now you got a mans
And he treats you like his friends, yea
Call my phone, leave a text
All you really want is sex
Can’t believe you’d do me dirty
After being oh-so flirty
Now you got a mans
And he treats you like his friends, yea
Now you got a mans
And he treats you like his friends, yea


Went to O-Town with Steve
Now we dance to Mac N Cheese
Acting like it was a breeze but
Girl you got some expertise
Now you understand why I’m
Rollin with my fam, yea
Now you understand why I’m
Rollin with my fam, yea

Got no b*tch by my side
Make me really wanna die
But I tell myself at night
It’ll be alright
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
Got no b*tch by my side
Make me really wanna die
But I tell myself at night
It’ll be alright
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
Got no b*tch by my side
Make me really wanna die
But I tell myself at night
It’ll be alright
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea

Now I’m back in LA
Chillin with them everyday
Gotta make some plans
I just wanna meet my fans
Got the benz in Santa Monica
It brings me back to Florida
Got the benz in Santa Monica
It brings me back to Florida

Went to O-Town with Steve
Now we dance to Mac N Cheese
Acting like it was a breeze but
Girl you got some expertise
Now you understand why I’m
Rollin with my fam, yea
Now you understand why I’m
Rollin with my fam, yea

Call my phone, leave a text
All you really want is sex
Can’t believe you’d do me dirty
After being oh-so flirty
Now you got a mans
And he treats you like his friends, yea
Now you got a mans
And he treats you like his friends, yea
Call my phone, leave a text
All you really want is sex
Can’t believe you’d do me dirty
After being oh-so flirty
Now you got a mans
And he treats you like his friends, yea
Now you got a mans
And he treats you like his friends, yea

Got no b*tch by my side
Make me really wanna die
But I tell myself at night
It’ll be alright
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
Got no b*tch by my side
Make me really wanna die
But I tell myself at night
It’ll be alright
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea
I don’t understand
How these b*tches got a mans, yea

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