Lawson Lux - Motives Lyrics

Love ain't but a four letter
You know
Your love ain't but a four letter word
He know he lov ain't but a four letter word
She know her love ain't buy a four letter word

A yo If odds and even say shoot
Just put the fire arm to his brains and play Russian roulette
This can happen to any man on any day
So pay attention to the calm words I say
And maybe you can advoid the trap
Perhaps have happiness and all of that
It starts with her booty fat
And ends up with the baby need this and the baby need that
Well baby better get a job and earn a buck
And stop waking up every time I'm trying to
You know where the situations heading
To a phist fight and you call off the wedding
Ceremony you should've left her alone
Now you hate being home arguing on the phone
The chick is a pest and wasn't even worth
The several minutes of sex wish you never met
She comes to your job causing big problems
Peppers pray both the security guards and
Cursed out the janitor slapped the receptionist in the face
While you was on your lunch break
Yeah she a pyscho bro I know
You call her a tramp and a stink bimbo
Buy you slept with her so you not much different
Now you complaining singing things like this

You see my motives was wrong
And now I'm singing this song
This chick is whining
Always nagging we don't get along
You see my motives was wrong
And now I'm singing this song
Hold up she's calling
Right this moment it's annoying me

She thinks she fine hair done all the time
Every two weeks she's at the nail salon
You know for the manicure and the pedicure
Be giving random she meet the hedicure
And you knew something was wrong with the clown
When he had the newspaper upside down
But you was a flamingo scheming in a quick ride
Now you a single mother raising his child
When you met him he was balling out the pocket
Now his favorite line is baby I ain't got it
But girl what you got huh other than a mini
Skirt pretty face and a purse full of pennies
Brag to your friends bout material things
Girl he got money ching ching ching
Remember that didn't care about his morals
Now he beat your and straight mop the floor with you
Oooh it's horrible how you got a black eye
Under the Gucci shades he bought you for your birthday
Neck brace lying how you feel
He pushed you down the steps when he caught you in his cell
Reading all them text messages from Michelle, Janelle, Teresa and Tabitha too
You Sweating him for the chips and you ain't even number six
Now you crying cause he treat you like this

You see my motives was wrong
And now I'm singing this song
I got his baby and he crazy
And we don't get along
You see my motives was wrong
And now I'm singing this song
Hold up he calling
Right this moment it's annoying me

You see my motives was wrong
And now I'm singing this song
This chick is whining
Always nagging we don't get along
You see my motives was wrong
And now I'm singing this song
Hold up he calling
Right this moment it's annoying me

Let me here you say Motives was wrong
Let me here you say Motives was wrong
Let me here you say Motives was wrong
Let me here you say Motives was wrong
Grimey brother your Motives was wrong
Grimey woman your Motives was wrong
A you know that your Motives was wrong
Your intentions were Motives was wrong