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So Lonely, Again (feat. Vet Martinez & Imani-Mayonne) Video (MV)






Stylz the Artiste - So Lonely, Again (feat. Vet Martinez & Imani-Mayonne) Lyrics
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Now the first time I was sensual
Kicked a lil game tryna get ya mental
Star 67
On confidential
Feeling ya vibe like
You got potential
Bad lil shawty
With a nigga issue
Gotta throw em out
Like the last issue
Like the mag that you seen
Next to that tissue
Gotta throw em out
Like an old tissue
Achoo
Allergic to the bullshit
F*ckboys
And the men that don't do shit
Baby girl you the one
And that's true shit
If baby boy don't see it he stupid
Ya main lame playing games
Tell the boy commit
If he don't understand that tell him hit the bench
If he got a problem
Tell him solve it quick
And if he wanna talk
Tell em we listening
Now I won't do you dirty baby
I just need to hear you say
That you tied of feeling lonely
You just wanna be my bae
I won't do you dirty baby
Promise I won't play no games
If you tied of feeling lonely
Leave ya lame and come with me
Had to break it down
One time for ya
Can't lose the touch
I got time for ya
I can hold ya down
Do time for ya
Even go for rounds
Do times on ya
No disrespect but
My minds for you
Put in all the work
Overtime for ya
Always on the grind
When you on my mind
Baby dry ya eyes
See I'm all for ya
She So lonely
We so lonely
She so So
We So lonely
You so lonely
Don't be lonely
Ain't gotta be lonely
Lil baby
Don't be
She so lonely
I'm so lonely
We so lonely
Don't be lonely
Won't be lonely
She so lonely
I'm so lonely
We she so lonely
You and me
Flights to Paris
K I S S I N G
F U C K I N G
The mile high club
Is where we meet
I's a beast
Between the sheets
Isley- Between The sheets
Make sweet love
Rock to the beat
While I beat
To yo heartbeat
Baby can you keep up
Wanna see yo dreams
When you wake up
You lost time waiting for
Homie would to wake up
You gave the wrong one yo heart
Time to break up
I'm more than just yo next
I'm the last one
I know you sweet like fruit
Issa passion
Yo taste is deeper than roots
Is it magic
My Johnson at yo passion like baskets
Maybe I'm making it up
Kardashian
Build our perfect bodies
Bring the action
Keep it hot and wet
We be lasting
Like Bring the drip
Girl I'm asking
To let me in yo skin
Already soaked
Baby let me swim
Call a nigga trigga
I just wanna dive in
You know my name
You ain't gotta hold it in
Stylz!
Tell me how you dream
Lemme make you smile
Tell me how you want it
Nice and slow or wild
Already a feign
You should be Mrs. Stylz
Be the muse to the music
But you playing like I'm foolish
Singing right along
Wanna text like you clueless
You heard it before
Girl you know
If the shoe fit
Wear that shit
I mean be my bitch
I mean no disrespect
But I'm going full press while you
So Lonely
She so lonely
We so, she so, we so lonely
She so lonely
We so lonely
She so we so don't gotta be lonely
She so lonely
We so lonely
We so lonely
Don't gotta be lonely
She so lonely
We so lonely
She so we so don't be lonely
Say you wont do me dirty baby
So Ill give you all my love
Im tired of feeling lonely baby
That boy he just aint enough
He be running games on me
Lemme see if you the truth
Im tired of being lonely baby
Leave here and lay next to you
No competition, wasnt fitting vision
I kept seeing me and him together having your children
He was going the distance, you was doing some inches
Fishing with the internet, hooked on bitches you reel'd in
Now catch us
Backshots from back rubs
Backed up right back in love
Back with the drama acting like I did you shady
Better take it up with karma now-she a hella of a lady
Look
She wanna find luv
Bitch don't care bout herself no mo
Not what you signed up
For a little money
Got da honey on the floor
She wanna hop in the door
She wanna speed, den smoke lil mo
Rather be talkin how we can succeed
But you wanna tell me how shorty got weave
Please, bitch you ain't even put in on this tree
Suga free mixed wit A-B
Bitch I got soul and my steez
Capital letters you cappin
You wanna black out on me
I give you back to the streets
I go and get me one better
I'm feeling better than ever
Act like you luv me you just want the chedda
Pressure make treasure, you never
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English

Now the first time I was sensual
Kicked a lil game tryna get ya mental
Star 67
On confidential
Feeling ya vibe like
You got potential
Bad lil shawty
With a nigga issue
Gotta throw em out
Like the last issue
Like the mag that you seen
Next to that tissue
Gotta throw em out
Like an old tissue
Achoo
Allergic to the bullshit
F*ckboys
And the men that don't do shit
Baby girl you the one
And that's true shit
If baby boy don't see it he stupid
Ya main lame playing games
Tell the boy commit
If he don't understand that tell him hit the bench
If he got a problem
Tell him solve it quick
And if he wanna talk
Tell em we listening
Now I won't do you dirty baby
I just need to hear you say
That you tied of feeling lonely
You just wanna be my bae
I won't do you dirty baby
Promise I won't play no games
If you tied of feeling lonely
Leave ya lame and come with me
Had to break it down
One time for ya
Can't lose the touch
I got time for ya
I can hold ya down
Do time for ya
Even go for rounds
Do times on ya
No disrespect but
My minds for you
Put in all the work
Overtime for ya
Always on the grind
When you on my mind
Baby dry ya eyes
See I'm all for ya
She So lonely
We so lonely
She so So
We So lonely
You so lonely
Don't be lonely
Ain't gotta be lonely
Lil baby
Don't be
She so lonely
I'm so lonely
We so lonely
Don't be lonely
Won't be lonely
She so lonely
I'm so lonely
We she so lonely
You and me
Flights to Paris
K I S S I N G
F U C K I N G
The mile high club
Is where we meet
I's a beast
Between the sheets
Isley- Between The sheets
Make sweet love
Rock to the beat
While I beat
To yo heartbeat
Baby can you keep up
Wanna see yo dreams
When you wake up
You lost time waiting for
Homie would to wake up
You gave the wrong one yo heart
Time to break up
I'm more than just yo next
I'm the last one
I know you sweet like fruit
Issa passion
Yo taste is deeper than roots
Is it magic
My Johnson at yo passion like baskets
Maybe I'm making it up
Kardashian
Build our perfect bodies
Bring the action
Keep it hot and wet
We be lasting
Like Bring the drip
Girl I'm asking
To let me in yo skin
Already soaked
Baby let me swim
Call a nigga trigga
I just wanna dive in
You know my name
You ain't gotta hold it in
Stylz!
Tell me how you dream
Lemme make you smile
Tell me how you want it
Nice and slow or wild
Already a feign
You should be Mrs. Stylz
Be the muse to the music
But you playing like I'm foolish
Singing right along
Wanna text like you clueless
You heard it before
Girl you know
If the shoe fit
Wear that shit
I mean be my bitch
I mean no disrespect
But I'm going full press while you
So Lonely
She so lonely
We so, she so, we so lonely
She so lonely
We so lonely
She so we so don't gotta be lonely
She so lonely
We so lonely
We so lonely
Don't gotta be lonely
She so lonely
We so lonely
She so we so don't be lonely
Say you wont do me dirty baby
So Ill give you all my love
Im tired of feeling lonely baby
That boy he just aint enough
He be running games on me
Lemme see if you the truth
Im tired of being lonely baby
Leave here and lay next to you
No competition, wasnt fitting vision
I kept seeing me and him together having your children
He was going the distance, you was doing some inches
Fishing with the internet, hooked on bitches you reel'd in
Now catch us
Backshots from back rubs
Backed up right back in love
Back with the drama acting like I did you shady
Better take it up with karma now-she a hella of a lady
Look
She wanna find luv
Bitch don't care bout herself no mo
Not what you signed up
For a little money
Got da honey on the floor
She wanna hop in the door
She wanna speed, den smoke lil mo
Rather be talkin how we can succeed
But you wanna tell me how shorty got weave
Please, bitch you ain't even put in on this tree
Suga free mixed wit A-B
Bitch I got soul and my steez
Capital letters you cappin
You wanna black out on me
I give you back to the streets
I go and get me one better
I'm feeling better than ever
Act like you luv me you just want the chedda
Pressure make treasure, you never
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Writer: Imani Mayonne, Stephon Pamilton, Steven Martinez
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