Lyrics:
'm a crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street
These industry niggas is
on you side and I'm afraid she'll leave
Picking blackbe
Nothing like slamming your face through the windshield
I don't think I'm riding my bike again
It's
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
sloth and devastation and we're the resulting trash.
Count all your fingers tonight.
And believe what you find!
(I'm sick of making small talk in
this and L.O.D. that
It's L.O.D. when I walk L.O.D. leaves tracks
You better love L.O.D. L.O.D. won't fail
L.O.D. gang related half a mill for bail
I just wanna be like you,
Walk like, talk like, even think like you
The only one I could look to
You're teaching me to be just like you
Well I just
on necks
We gon take what we owed and then leave with the rest
Don’t get to no capping you gon need a vest
Yes
I woke up today guess I’m blessed
Shawty got
Love is God and God is love no one's below no one's above
Singin'
Toby mac and I came to drop this on you
I got a fresh point of view
John reuben let me
to get somewhere that's real and pure and true and eternal"
"Toby can you go with your boy?"
"Let's go"
Father God, I am clay in your hands
Help me
struck I know when it really sounds trunk
I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck if you think that I'm a sucker
Parties that I've made, people wonder how
unruly.
And what’s your pleasure, dearie?
Oops! I beg your padon!
Just me hands is smeary.
Toby!
Run for the gentle man!
Don’t you love a garden?
Always
surprised that my trunk in the front
I know you a upset they don't shine in the sun
Cuban link look like a box of crayons
I'm still at the lot, tryna cop
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
Damon Wayans, homie don't play that shit
I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits
Goddamn, ain't no wishing over
side
And I think that shorty I've got a thing for you, yeah
Doin' it on purpose, windin' and workin' it
I can tell by the way you lookin' at me, girl
I
asleep by now, But if
You miss that bus to dream town
Never worry another one is on it's way
I want you to think of
A tranquilizer gun being shot
At you
leave your love alone
Sittin' here by the phone
Waitin' any minute for your call, baby
I just can't leave your love alone
You know sometimes it
words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you
a good reason why I'm going to leave
Family and personal relationships out
Of this book
Because this book is way too great
For love and that love is
Pretty
leave your love alone
Sittin' here by the phone
Waitin' any minute for your call, baby
I just can't leave your love alone
You know sometimes it
since you was loyal to ya team
In ya mind that's okay
See he startin' think like he Rusy
Trust me, whatever you do, don't touch me
I pull up wit' a stick
[Keith Murray]
Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest
Make a mothafucker catch a cardiac arrest
Live out the Fresh Fest, one
whiskey
Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley
Keeps bringin' you up like that
Gets me drinkin' 'bout us and what it was
The things I love got
Discuss these dont leave i think i love you by toby keith Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In