Love you, let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
Baby, good love and protection, make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be, baby, you should let me
Let me love you? Hell nah, that's a f*ckin' joke
I only say that during sex, after that you gotta go
I only love the bag and my gun with the double D's
Why you still here, lil' bitch, man, you gotta leave
Thought this was a love song, hell nah, I'm from the streets
When the opps see me, man, they use they feet
Shout out to my, f*ck, okay, go again
Shout out to my cousin, mm
Shout out to my cousin Darius and Junebug too
I saw y'all do it, hell yeah, you know what I can do it too
Tryna get a deal, no Pickle want the blue cheese
Brought Phil and Lil with me just in case I gotta squeeze
But I'm in the Stu with a Tommy, blow the opp house
When I'm done with a song, I'm ready to pop out
Opps full of Chuckies, they scared, what they gon' do
Opps kids ugly as hell, look like Cynthia too
That mean they ball-headed, what you gon' do
Put her hair in a ponytail with a grain of rice
I don't even know, lil' nigga, but I'm really nice
Shistey on gold teeth, nigga, I'll rob a dike
I stole my name from my pops, yeah, that's f*ckin' right
Rap name and real name, bet that nigga tight
BOA, Chase, maybe Navy Fed, stop playin', bro, come on
Let's get this bread, and f*ck my ex, bitch, and that's from the heart
Hope she jump off a bridge, or get hit by a car
Diamond in my nose, sun hit, damn, I blind a bitch
Opps a bunch of Rondos, niggas, they ain't shootin' shit
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thought I was done on the beat, nah, nigga, I'm back
4-5 on the back of my jersey, MJ, I'm back
I'm rappin' on the beat, but Mario singin' in the back
Never chase a ball-headed bitch, only chase the racks
Let me love you, hell nah, that's a f*ckin' joke
I only say that during sex, after that, you gotta go
I only love the bag, and my gun with the double D's
Why you still here, lil' bitch, man, you gotta leave
Thought this was a love song, hell nah, I'm from the streets
When the opps see me, man, they use they feet
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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English
Love you, let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
Baby, good love and protection, make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be, baby, you should let me
Let me love you? Hell nah, that's a f*ckin' joke
I only say that during sex, after that you gotta go
I only love the bag and my gun with the double D's
Why you still here, lil' bitch, man, you gotta leave
Thought this was a love song, hell nah, I'm from the streets
When the opps see me, man, they use they feet
Shout out to my, f*ck, okay, go again
Shout out to my cousin, mm
Shout out to my cousin Darius and Junebug too
I saw y'all do it, hell yeah, you know what I can do it too
Tryna get a deal, no Pickle want the blue cheese
Brought Phil and Lil with me just in case I gotta squeeze
But I'm in the Stu with a Tommy, blow the opp house
When I'm done with a song, I'm ready to pop out
Opps full of Chuckies, they scared, what they gon' do
Opps kids ugly as hell, look like Cynthia too
That mean they ball-headed, what you gon' do
Put her hair in a ponytail with a grain of rice
I don't even know, lil' nigga, but I'm really nice
Shistey on gold teeth, nigga, I'll rob a dike
I stole my name from my pops, yeah, that's f*ckin' right
Rap name and real name, bet that nigga tight
BOA, Chase, maybe Navy Fed, stop playin', bro, come on
Let's get this bread, and f*ck my ex, bitch, and that's from the heart
Hope she jump off a bridge, or get hit by a car
Diamond in my nose, sun hit, damn, I blind a bitch
Opps a bunch of Rondos, niggas, they ain't shootin' shit
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thought I was done on the beat, nah, nigga, I'm back
4-5 on the back of my jersey, MJ, I'm back
I'm rappin' on the beat, but Mario singin' in the back
Never chase a ball-headed bitch, only chase the racks
Let me love you, hell nah, that's a f*ckin' joke
I only say that during sex, after that, you gotta go
I only love the bag, and my gun with the double D's
Why you still here, lil' bitch, man, you gotta leave
Thought this was a love song, hell nah, I'm from the streets
When the opps see me, man, they use they feet
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, good love and protection, make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be, baby, you should let me
Let me love you? Hell nah, that's a f*ckin' joke
I only say that during sex, after that you gotta go
I only love the bag and my gun with the double D's
Why you still here, lil' bitch, man, you gotta leave
Thought this was a love song, hell nah, I'm from the streets
When the opps see me, man, they use they feet
Shout out to my, f*ck, okay, go again
Shout out to my cousin, mm
Shout out to my cousin Darius and Junebug too
I saw y'all do it, hell yeah, you know what I can do it too
Tryna get a deal, no Pickle want the blue cheese
Brought Phil and Lil with me just in case I gotta squeeze
But I'm in the Stu with a Tommy, blow the opp house
When I'm done with a song, I'm ready to pop out
Opps full of Chuckies, they scared, what they gon' do
Opps kids ugly as hell, look like Cynthia too
That mean they ball-headed, what you gon' do
Put her hair in a ponytail with a grain of rice
I don't even know, lil' nigga, but I'm really nice
Shistey on gold teeth, nigga, I'll rob a dike
I stole my name from my pops, yeah, that's f*ckin' right
Rap name and real name, bet that nigga tight
BOA, Chase, maybe Navy Fed, stop playin', bro, come on
Let's get this bread, and f*ck my ex, bitch, and that's from the heart
Hope she jump off a bridge, or get hit by a car
Diamond in my nose, sun hit, damn, I blind a bitch
Opps a bunch of Rondos, niggas, they ain't shootin' shit
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thought I was done on the beat, nah, nigga, I'm back
4-5 on the back of my jersey, MJ, I'm back
I'm rappin' on the beat, but Mario singin' in the back
Never chase a ball-headed bitch, only chase the racks
Let me love you, hell nah, that's a f*ckin' joke
I only say that during sex, after that, you gotta go
I only love the bag, and my gun with the double D's
Why you still here, lil' bitch, man, you gotta leave
Thought this was a love song, hell nah, I'm from the streets
When the opps see me, man, they use they feet
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Clearanc Turrentine
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid