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Appetite Lyrics Artist(Band):Usher
Yeah man True story Real G's wit me on this one Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Verse 1 Wifey home, weddin band I'm a lucky man You'd think I'd be satisfied And truthfully yes I am But lately, only late at night I find it hard to sleep Stay strugglin with the part of me That wants to run the streets My Mac is in my backpack I'm surfin on the sites I'm chattin, this ain't cheatin Just tellin myself a lie And its almost like i'm caught up In livin another life Man i'm hungry for somethin I need to feed this appetite Chorus Tempted I must confess But I betta not make a mess Betta give my girl my best Put my BS under arrest Cuz I love my lady Fellas if you love your girl Fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies Could'a picked up at home Could'a ended up doin wrong Man I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home Cuz I love my lady Fellas if you love your girl Fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies Verse 2 I'm not tryna be late Rush through security gates With weather in Atlanta All out-goin lights delayed No rooms left in the Mender Inn I gotta figure out a play Spraked up some conversation She was goin the same way We started talkin business She handed me a card We exchanged information I rented me a car While I'm drivin she callin I'm thinkin this is how it starts Fine as **** but I don't wanna break my baby's heart (No Noo) Chorus Tempted I must confess But I betta not make a mess Betta give my girl my best Put my BS under arrest Cuz I love my lady Fellas if you love your girl Fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies Could'a picked up at home Could'a ended up doin wrong Man I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home Cuz I love my lady Fellas if you love your girl Fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies Verse 3 They call me U-S-H-E-R-R-A-Y-M-O-N-D And I just wanna do right by my lady But lately I been slippin up Fantasies bout dimes on the side Dark tint on my ride I gotta ten im my ride I can hide, I-I can lie, lie But ever since I put that band on my hand More chicks try to get at me then I know what to do Just tryna handle my grown man b-i Gotta girl I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose Break her heart I don't wanna do I don't wanna be that fool, make that move Bend them a bit but never break the rules Bend them a bit but never break the rules Chorus Tempted I must confess But I betta not make a mess Betta give my girl my best Put my BS under arrest Cuz I love my lady Fellas if you love your girl Fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies Could'a picked up at home Could'a ended up doin wrong Man I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home Cuz I love my lady Fellas if you love your girl Fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies She got the door locked and the lock don't fit your key Yeah you punchin up wrong numbers in the ADT You be wonderin how the **** I let this happen to me Better not feed, feed, feed that appetite Now yo baby's gone, you puttin out an APB Yeah some other brother's been tossin up yo PYT Get caught slippin you gone wish you would'a listen to me Brother don't feed, feed, feed that appetite If you find some error in Appetite Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to edwardstierra@yahoo.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Appetite The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. | | ||||||||||||
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