Lyrics:
nigga when you mention me
Bet they say I'm in da street
ride her nigga for the V
Fuck the industry
fuckin what you think of me
I don't give a fuck, bet
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
to reverse it
I'm on a mission to get it in
Person, first I'ma start off by learning
It's the
First form, you can't scratch
The surface, bitch, i'm surfing
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your
bitch
And I was digging that down since '96 shit
Memph man I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go
give it to her so
Mi a gon give it to her so
Yea yea yea
She say she want my love
Bear kisses and hugs
Say she need my love
So mi a gon give it to her so
And the bridge of death was crossed
In quest of Dionysus
To find out what they had lost
I bring love to give you solace
In the darkness of the night
In
the hunters advance
Come on, give me your chance
Where the eyes might find
Opposition left her wishing she was mine all mine
And not first night until
had a reference point
To know that I was being selfish
And taking your love for granted
All you wanted was my time
While the effort I gave was slanted
don't care about the purchase
He don't respond when I ask what's his purpose
Shit really deep but he stuck on the surface
Fan of Dior
But in love with
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your
We're all spinning 'round, but we can't feel nothing on the surface
On the surface
All the love in the world turns cold when it breaks the surface
always gotta irk
Moment of truth
The only time I’m PC
Is when I’m on my PC
Watching porn in 3D
Moment of truth
I love God
But don’t give a shit
If you
love
It's nothing like you want
It's nothing but pain and pleasure
(Pleasure, hmmm)
She said give it to me
So me give it to her
Give it to me
So me give
fight club
Give me all
Your insight love
And I'll just write love
A kite love
And take our night love
To another height love
This is what, that type love
flutter by
I wonder why mother lies
Wide awake, with lines on her face
Crying like I died in the grave
I'm always high, what a waste
How much time does it
And the bridge of death was crossed
In quest of Dionysus
To find out what they had lost
I bring love to give you solace
In the darkness of the night
In
She'll get anything, even a purchase
I never cared about her surface
Your love feels so sincere, losing you has become my only fear
I can't escape
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
Yeah, yeah
(Chorus)
You take my calls in private,
Don’t tell me lies.
Can’t meet you by the Hyatt,
Off 95,
Caz I don’t want the surface,
Don’t want
Smell good, sense of humor, obvious a good face
And we clicked, we was at each other's hips
I ain't even wanna fuck 'cause your presence was enough
You
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
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