Lyrics:
)
My kind of love
Can only bring you joy (brings joy)
I'm gonna, yeah, baby (I'm gonna)
Yeah, got far (ooh, baby)
Give you, baby, baby (ooh, baby
the dead and the living where I used to live
And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives
Offering their son the kind of love he could never
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
wanted to bring up something
Because it was very inspiring
It felt like almost a mimic of my exact life
And shit i know it i was like
"Baby we gotta be
the spark
Butterflies on my insides
I think cupid hit his mark
Feeling kind of nervous
I want to see you work it
But I don't wanna ask it
So lets just see
Girl's got a goldmine and he's so fine
Girl's got a goldmine and he's all mine
Baby's got a goldmine, treats me so kind
Loves me rain or shine
My
Girl's got a goldmine and he's so fine
Girl's got a goldmine and he's all mine
Baby's got a goldmine, treats me so kind
Loves me rain or shine
My
tun gbe de
Ba mi jo, no shakara, mo tun gbe de o
Baby girl, I want this kind love
(this kind love)
This kind love, e dey do me like
Bon bon bon bon
got wetter than some kind of whale/ told her it's slow girl...I had slide like my old girl...I'm so thorough better keep that heat on you it's a cold
of dawn
I'm the Biz Mark, and I'm a sure shot
All of a sudden, you you you you..
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name
heartless
Left a mark I can't erase
Been grindin' on my lonely
Workin' till' the sun rise in the morning
Music is my mode
Im getting money but money ain't
Say what you want, I got my eyes on the mark
(Hold the trigger)
Thanks for the love, got the whole world chasing me but running out of cards
(On my
(Getting closer)
Say what you want, I got my eyes on the mark
(Hold the trigger)
Thanks for the love, got the whole world chasing me but running out of cards
everytime I come around
Pit stop and they tend to quiet down
Cause they know about me
My nine got an extended clip on it
My tech got all kind of shit on it
M
me
I think of you you, and what I do do
I go in circles but it's
No fun without you you
Baby you know know, you left a mark mark
Do you remember when
We were riding in the city in the dead of night
Baby I just wanna come around and hit ya right
Chalk on my knees now I don't wanna fight
Imma make
everything you see
Mark it on me
Baby baby
Golden hour shining through my hair
Fingers through my hair
Breathing in the gilded air
Burning in this memory
Girl's got a goldmine and he's so fine
Girl's got a goldmine and he's all mine
Baby's got a goldmine, treats me so kind
Loves me rain or shine
My
all just fun
Ohh ohh my baby's not my kind
She burns me up in my own paradise
Ohh ohh my baby's not my kind
She burns me up in my own paradise
Lay here
the marks on they mark
Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts
Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life controlling my vice
me
Hennessy and for my niggas OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees
Boy he's on his job, boy he sure be having the marks on they mark
Pretty bitches
the space
Subtle hesitation, just in case
Could you be the one to restore my faith
Captivated by the art you make
As I get the grand tour of your place
Your
in this game of give and take
Tryna prove you’ve made a clean break
But you’re just faking your heart
By making your mark
On another’s behalf heavens
written on the wall
"Baby, have a good day
But you know you better call"
Uh, yeah
Everything just the way she left it
She took my things right off
Discuss these my kind of baby by mark hummel 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