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Mya - How You Gonna Tell Me lyrics
See every time me and my man get into a fight This girl is giving her advice She wanna say that he ain't no good And she think I should get another man in my life But I don't see how she gon' tell me What she think a man should or should not be Plus her love life ain't right She needs to get it tight Before she be steppin' to me Now come on If you've been divorced more than twice And you wanna give advice about my love life Oh no, you can just forget that I don't need that So you can just go ahead and keep that And if you always lookin' a mess But yet you wanna tell me how to dress Oh no, I don't wanna hear that I won't take that So you can just go ahead and save that At least if you're gonna try and give advice About my life have your own shit right Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me So please, how you gonna tell me? At least if you're gonna try and give advice About my life have your own shit right Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me So please, how you gonna tell me? Tell me why do I find that the blind Is always trying to lead the blind They always got something to say every day About the way you do your thing But I don't see how they gon' tell me What I need or how I need to be Cause if they ain't doing what I wanna do Living like I wanna live I don't wanna hear it You 'bout to lose your house and your IQ Cause you don't handle business like you should do But you know how to fix my thang You dropped out of school in the eleventh grade Strippin' every day just so you could get paid But you know how to fix my thang How you gonna tell me, yeah? Whoa! At least if you're gonna try and give advice About my life have your own shit right Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me So please, how you gonna tell me? At least if you're gonna try and give advice About my life have your own shit right Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me So please, how you gonna tell me? At least if you're gonna try and give advice About my life have your own shit right Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me So please, how you gonna tell me? At least if you're gonna try and give advice About my life have your own shit right Cause you ain't even livin' what you preach to me So please, how you gonna tell me? But if you wanna give advice Give advice about my life Make sure that your shit is tight How you gonna tell me? But if you wanna give advice Give advice about my life Make sure that your shit is tight |
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