Teyana Taylor - Bare Wit Me Lyrics
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Bare Wit Me
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What Are The Lyrics For Bare Wit Me By Teyana Taylor?
Oh, oh
I can't give a nigga my trust Oh, yeah, oh, oh, no (ayy, ayy) Yeah, oh (ayy, ayy) Yeah, ooh (ayy, ayy) I been telling niggas lies Tryna split up all my time With two or three guys Cause I can't make up my mind I know I'm so indecisive And I know that you don't like it And I'd never let my guard down But you steady tryna wife it (oh no) Don't you see that I got baggage My heart's way too hard to manage (oh no) I can't give a nigga my trust Said you working to change that But just bare with me You gotta bare with me Oh, bare with me, oh Baby just, oh just Bare with me (bare with me, bare with me) You gotta bare with me (bare with me, bare with me) Oh, bare with me, yeah, yeah (bare with me, bare with me) Baby just, just (ayy, ayy) Oh, yeah, oh, oh, no Yeah, oh (baby, just) Yeah, ooh (just) Niggas, niggas, niggas Wrapped around her finger I don't think I get it If you was in the picture Maybe I would listen Times I wish I didn't Memory started Bare with me through heartbreak Bare with me through long days Bare with me, don't part ways Nigga, nigga, niggas Wrapped around her finger I don't think I get it |
Who Wrote Bare Wit Me By Teyana Taylor?
Andre Carnell Robertson, Carl Mccormick, Eric Marquise Dugar, Nija Charles, Teyana Taylor
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What's The Duration Of The Bare Wit Me By Teyana Taylor?The duration of Bare Wit Me is 2:09 minutes and seconds. |
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