Can't Stay Mad (Explicit)

Can't Stay Mad (Explicit) - Trey Songz

Lyrics by：Tremaine Neverson/Chller

Yeah yeah

Why you tryna beef inside the function

Yeah

Got us looking crazy at the luncheon

Yeah

Then you go hookin' with your assumptions

You too smart to be up on that dumb F*F*

Yeah yeah

All that liquor consumption

Yeah

Got you over actin' on some drunk F*F*

Yeah

It's a whole F*F*F** production

I'm two seconds from combustion

Yeah yeah

But I can't front I love it

Yeah

You kinda turn me on when you does it

Ooh yeah

Every time you act a fool out in public

F*F*

You make me wanna say F*F* it

Then I do it's a mood

It's a mood

F*F* around and have us in the news

Win or lose guess it's true

I can't stay mad at you yeah

When you the one that I choose

For all the wild things you do

And I'm not excused

I be on my F*F*F*F* too

And I'm not excused

We both act a fool

That's just the way that we move

I could never stay

I can't stay mad at you uh

If doin' too much was a person yeah

Now tell me how you thuggin' wearin' Birkins yeah

Any other nigga would be nervous

I sit back and laugh I'm just observin'

Yeah yeah

That tequila be workin' yeah

Knew you was crazy liquor just confirms it yeah

I'm a long way from perfect

But you further than the worst F*F**

Yeah yeah

But I can't front I love it yeah

You kinda turn me on when you does it

Oh yeah

Every time you cuttin' up out in public F*F*

You make me wanna come touch ya

Then I do it's a mood

We done F*F*F* around and now we in the nude

When I'm moved you my boo

I can't stay mad at you oh

When you're the one that I choose

For all the wild things you do

And I'm not excused

I be on my F*F*F*F* too

We both act a fool

That's just the way that we move

I could never stay mad

I can't stay mad at you

I can think I made it

Made my own bed and I laid in it with my mistress

You won't forgive me over these F*F*F** just F*F*F**

You act like I don't know your business

Who you been with

I could run none of this

I could run none of this

Point guard quarterback but you swear to God

It's all in the past when we took a break

You was running back so if we kick it now

They be running back

Sign on this car we the perfect match

You gon' call the plate and we gon' hit the sack

Or you can snap

And I'm used to that

But I can't stay mad

You can't you can't you can't

Take it slow now

Oh oh oh

Could you buy me a new jet

Oh but I got to run