Do you love me? I love you Very, very, very, very much Baby Can I come pick you up and take you shoppin? Spend all my money... I love you I love you
Mad, I got the jag' but they the wifey Icey, is what my merchandise be Know i'ma star, so they over-price me Charli b'more be twice you bitch Tell you
'til you the next man I pray to God for love, I'll make Jihad for love And I just might pull your freakin' card for love Make you sing, 'Hey Love' like my man King
fan, debris' gotta blow Windy days but ain't nothin' changed but the weather While I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters That's for
Youa??re the apple of my eye Salt of my earth I had a smile on my face Since your momma gave birth A lotta love to my wifey For dealin' with me Ain't
fuck it black, you livin' your life, though your loved ones Peace to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be fun, makin' records to see your
to the ground Been lookin for love, now I bubble like suds Others flew sky high, while others were duds Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods Situation they change
I'm the king of girls) Fabolous and I'm tone the ref, let's go (I'm the king of girls) (I'm the king of girls) (I'm the king of girls)
low profile Pump your brakes, stay in your lane A bunch of fakes chasing fame I'll punch your face and take your chain Sit your 5 dollar ass down before I make change
GT But I fell in love with the size of the Maybach seats Feel like a king when I'm on South Beach Livin' that dream with this M.O.B Get, gettin' that
gang of East siders Some rappers cool I came to be live-er You claim to be lighters you say you spit flames You a liar damn dawg change your speech writer
no conscious tune A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem We gonna steer far from dem I know that we are kings and we love nice things But
be the, it be the, it be the s-i-l to the k The nigga that you love to hate, but these hoes, yep, they love to date Mom trippin goin have to get yours
is where they place these on the mount You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Steve Stoute Shut your mouth [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some love
I used to be a B now I'm a C breast I get em hard you handle the rest My music like heartburn burn your chest Like a nigga stick the axe inside your backs
young and scared to let you know But I'm standin' right here right now Tellin' you I love you and I ain't gonna back down In your life, it has changed
around the clock with a knot like the ATF oh yeah, the ATF dont knock, nigga's cock-block like a line-backer i love to change my young daughters pampers
white man got him you say yes sir to him but you gone cause be problems lay down go do your time i got your kids i got your mama got those school clothes