Love You (feat. Fvontae)
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Baby just ride, you don't even gotta die for me Just keep it real, don't you ever fucking lie to me Late nights I'm running plays, ain't no coaching me I'm in these streets, a little more than I'm supposed to be That's why I'm strapped, and keep this pistol so damn close to me My ex called, just to tell me that she over me Late night stressing bout that cash, this that bag talk Not concerned with bitches and they wishes, don't got interest Stacking digits, need money long like a sentence Came from walking late nights, rides and them jitneys Sorry if I question is you really fucking witH me? Head on a swivel you know niggas mad grimey Busy getting bags, hit my line if you can't find me Missed a couple dates, yeah I know don't remind me Swear I'll make it up in due time, for now I'm grinding When I'm stressed, baby drop it off, just come and ride me Punching in my job and I been trapping on the clock Call the plug on my break, I'm checkin when them packs drop These niggas chase ass, my niggas get cash I'm selling five dollar bags in my freshman class Sliding through the street with my momma tinted windows Packs came in, get em in, and get em out Listen I'll be gone, I'm taking 95 south So don't be blowing up my phone, girl I'm busy running routes You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real Don't nobody care about a nigga with a dream Gotta stack them dollars when it's all about the cream. Lil profit! Cherry stems left over the seats, lil thotties Really a lil prosti, but anything to make me feel better F*ck a doctor! Sell me any dream, make me feel like I'm a prosper I knew better, couldn't do better Bitches love to make you feel bad, but tell me you better? Gotta walk around with 2 mags, Gotta live better for me Money got these niggas changing Hustle turnt me to a stranger Everybody out here banging All I see is twisting fingers All these drugs a nigga slanging All these hoes I'm out here swanging I been out here living dangerous, Uh I'm getting tore up, hit the club and I pour up Pay her for a dance, she touching on me like I know her She just trying to get some money for her daughter Trying to play me and my mans, so I had to f*ck her throat up I ain't into odors. Niggas soft so they load up Ever since elementary niggas getting wrote up I just needed closure. Seen my mans getting coked up And I was some f*ck you cause they don't really know us I been on that loyalty, but it got the best of me cause people was enjoying me Niggas seen me winning then that's when they came and joined me But I don't wanna hold that there above you and you ain't gotta be my bitch For me to f*ck and love you Ya digg I been going big. Young nigga out here grinding and she see I'm tryna win Lace be fronting, so I'm pulling on her wig Dick so good, block her now she leavings sigs Got me pulling on my stick, got me pulling back my bitch How everybody love me but I'm lonely as a bitch? And I heard she out there fucking so you better check yo dick Handsome ass nigga boy better check yo bitch. Yeah yeah yeah You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real You ain't gotta be my wife for me to love you And you ain't gotta be my bitch for me to f*ck you If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real If you my dawg just keep it real, keep it real If you my dawg keep it real, 10 toes never squeal That's how you feel, how you feel, how you feel, how you feel I been posted in the streets, I been really in the field Chasing Meals, chasing meals, chasing mills, chasing mills Everybody gotta eat, I been posted with the team I never squeal, never squeal, never squeal, never squeal Cash money shit, I been chasing after green Yeah for real, yeah for real, yeah for real, yeah for real Shorty say she love now she fucking with my dawg? How shorty say she love me but she fucking on my dawg? Pass her to the team, Ima treat her like a log I swear I'm fucking on her, I could never do no wrong Take her to the crib, had to get her out her thong I'm a dog I had to bone
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Written by: Davante Adams, Tristan Francois
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