Lyrics:
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
still hoping
And my heart is broken, but the door's still open
Pillow still soaking, your boy still loc'ing (oh)
Dutch still lit and a bottle still
you cast me aside and see me no more?
How can I win your heart when I get my rewards?
They say that your hair can never touch mine
That a poor boy
a WindChime
Motorboat that booty then stop it on a dime
Pussy so good a nigga nut about 4 times
On the dick she do it to it
Wobble up and down
She say she got
boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right
throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor
Holla at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys
I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's
the floor
Holla at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys
I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's
Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year
on filter
Just to be in your presence baby girl is a blessing
Treat you like gold cause all I see is perfection
I love to show you off cause I feel like I'm
hood (Miami Dade County)
Them boys will put you down on your knees (305)
Woop, woop (We The Best Music, stop playin' with 'em)
That's the sound
baby may not be rich
He's watching every dime
Ooh, but he loves me, loves me, loves me
We always have a real good time
And maybe he sings off-key
But
the time (bay-bee..)
Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..)
Slow down baby now let's make it right (on your love..)
(I like you..)
Tycoon
fucked your bitch, I ain't do that no purpose
Had to say bye-bye, that baby a birdie
I kicked her out on the sidewalk, so I had to curve it
Different
all in
I need to know baby are we gone win
Cause I had an L took it under the chin
That heartbreak shit I can’t do that again
Girl do you love me
Well
white folks be comin' round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) You know them lil' boys got guns round here
(Juvenile) Stick and move
(Baby) Man they
your dime
check yes to love letter for one step better
so it feels like your forever mine baby
After my birthday
the rose withers away
after Valentine
your own way, you lil' fuck face
Hotel getting fed grapes by dimes straight off the runway
Shoot straight, don't pump fake
Your bitch feet hurt cuz her
Go hard, no charge
Skip to the front of the line, rock star
She got friends too, eight-nine-dimes
Anything less, she got time
Big city boy, big
a syllable
Got me dreaming bout your touch now let's get physical
Goddess of love, got me in love
Goddess of love, got me in love
Goddess of love, got me in
, your love
( Eh )
Now she the type who don't mess wit'em
Put smile nice way men she going to win
Hair done , nails done keep her abs on slim a, abs
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
ask is for your time
Ay girl! Tell me how you feel, what’s on your mind
‘Cause you look like its been a while and I value the dime!
Ay girl, I been
Yelele yelele o
Wey wetin be that
For your love
Baby carry me go
I no mind if you take control
I just want make we dey, make we jolly our soul
You
heal your love
We got nothing to lose
Its gonna be me and you
We got nothing to lose
Its gonna be me and you
Coz we got nothing to lose oh baby
Its
probably die
I live by God I got these guns
You test your luck I’ll bet you die
We called that a boy
Survivor
He toot that pole on the road
This ain’t fa
Discuss these dime comohow to win your love by baby boy 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