Lyrics:
By Monday I'll have a new bae
Yo bro, what's the vibe?
They fell in love with the UK guys
Buss it open, buss it open, wide
Spread your legs then
was my first love
Music was my first love
Music is my high
Music's how I get by
Music is my high
It's how I get by
about this, there's some other kind of daydream.
So fall away with me.
This is a love song, this is for all y'all,
Who shower us with your loving
wait
I actually grew five times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism
Attack is for
shake
Thugs hyperventilate, bounce for me baby, baby, show me, show me love
For it's 'bout the love of money, motherfucker stay in the club
cause all
bounce for me baby, baby, show me, show me love
For it's 'bout the love of money, motherfucker stay in the club
cause all my nigga's fresh out start back
I
don't know what side you on
Ima king amongst pawns why you think I got the queen g
She loves my poetry and voice that's why I'm the Mc by choice
I'm big
to the core
In their hearts they pious
You can keep quoting the bible
But do you live by it
I be a Christian who's also a rapper
Yea let's just be honest my G
love is a prize
She see the red in my eye, she know I slide wit the indo
Had to pull the panties aside
I made some space in the ride so she could ride by
No love no nothing
If you gimme love then at least you gave something
If you gimme love then at least you gave something
If you gimme love then
It's like this
I got my bags packed
Backpack sittin' by the front door
Ipod, lab top, socks and drawers
The stuff that you need when you're out
lip look like he don't have a tenner
I won't lie to the industry
Somebody don't love their members
Look in the mirror and ask yourself if you been in
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
Uh, it's that real shit yo
Grrr!
Can't stop
Gotta eat
Stepping on, my feet
Spread love, think it's sweet
Uh, uh, uh all you catz don't
the game and resurrect it like thrilla
Yeah, my skin is vanilla, but bitch I dare you to test my killa
We don't do it for the skrilla, we do it for love
hundred spokes chrome
Knock off some malt liquor by the malzatof
Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth
Flyin' in boobies, silver six hundred coup
book by its cover
But I can spot a bitch a mile away
Pardon me brotha
Chorus
O its on, get at me, bitch I won't slap the shit outcha
Whacho want,
on one
You can't ignore me
Rule and Missy-E
How you love that
With I-G
It's Murder I-N-C, nigga
Hey (Hey boy)
Get me high tonight
Take me away
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
rolling up a Swisher Sweet
I don't smoke Dutchies
And when it comes to thots, I don't love 'em
I just fuck 'em, pass 'em to my dawgs
Can't trust 'em
'Cause
missin, sprayin up the wall like graffiti artist
Some niggaz by the bootleg but go and cop the real shit
'Cause the fans love us I'm nicer than
dey play my love is for true
Abi you go be my girl
Wey I go surely take you there
Or you dey rock my world
Na dey make I dey ask you say (Just know)
Yeah you said that you 'gang' but is you gon stand by me?
When I'm all fucked up is you gon stand by me?
When I don't got luck is you gon stand by
Fallin' through the cracks, blinded by the lies we given
Seen these g's on these streets bleed freely but why?
It seem too many of us born to die
But
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