Lyrics:
Just stop lookin' for love
Girl, you're young, you still got time
Girl, you're young, you still got time
Girl, you're young, you still got
Just
Uh huh
Yeah
(Don't be lookin' at my)
Don't be lookin' at my
(No no, don't look at it
Don't even think about lookin' at it
Don't fuckin' look at it)
I
Stone.. just by lookin at my chain I know you blinded by the twinkle I bring the icing on the cake with the Vvs sprinkles, see my bracelet like the yellow
up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in
prejudice and allegation
Aggravation stunts debatin, s'absurd how yucantbe dodgin
Actuatin togetchyu conversatin, tis simply by process of irrigation
ya, I want you to get to know ya
Its dark I'm like a shadow, I can't help I'm lookin' over
But then I look away you don't even notice me
I turn back,
Lookin’ For Love
Written by Bob Morrison, Patti Ryan, Wanda Mallette
Well, I spent a lifetime lookin' for you
Single bars and good time lovers were
girl gang
Money game money game
Lil bitch it's a money thang
Wrist on icebox
I got diamonds I got gold
cll my girls makin' money
Movin' coke by
lil baby, you lookin' fine
You boutta have the whole club lookin all throughout the night
When we pull up to the scene you know they recognizing Price
nigga
Thought you thought, nigga
In a motherfuckin' V.H.S, uh motherfuckin' cannister (in a what?)
Nigga, yeah ayy, I promise you, nigga, this game
-play of a baseball game
And there's strike three Greg Maddux lookin'
Really good today and speakin' of lookin' good
Fellas, from time to time, your woman
Needs to be
me (Yeah, lost me)
Laughing to the bank, I'm lookin' saucy, yeah (Lookin' saucy)
I don't need no bit', can't do nothing for me (Nothin' for me)
My
Yeah (brr)
Uh
(Brr, brr, brr)
(Brr, brr, brr)
Machine
(Brr)
It's not a game, nigga (brr, brr)
It's not a fuckin' game, nigga (brr, brr, brr)
score
Down by one I'll put two on the board
I do it something like the number 24
Blessed with the game since the day I was born
I got a game plan nigga
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
Why you sittin' over there girl, here's my lap Say you're not lookin' when you're lookin
Right back When you do it like this, I'ma do it like
That
to prove that they loyal
I send the goons out lookin' for you
Drive-bys out the Tesla
Wig shot, nigga, put that vest up
They just tryin' to prove that they
[Chorus II: T.I.]
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames
Just gimme some cocaine and some wood I can slang
And I'm
came from that?
Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that
[Chorus 2: T.I.]
Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
your reflexes
But life is a game with no reset on the end
And ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no
No it ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no
No it ain't
thought about the things you used to say
And I thought about the games we used to play
And I thought about that little kid
And I thought about the things we
Just stop lookin' for love
Girl, you're young, you still got time
Girl, you're young, you still got time
Girl, you're young, you still got
Just
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
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