Swizz Beatz
L-O-V-E
For life
My hands won't touch your soul
C'mon pussy
(Legend, Wheezy Beats) go on, nigga
Love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love (woo!)
Love, love, love, love (love)
Love, love, love, love
Gotta ride for your team (err!)
Nigga play you busting
And I got me a high self-esteem
(What? What? What? Yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (yeah)
Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (yeah)
Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah)
(Gang, gang, gang) love
Love, love, love
Big old digits with me, big old Bentley with me
Big old bitches with me (skrt, skrt)
S gang, chino with me, with me
I got three stripes, Adidas with me, with me (woah)
All of my creatures with me, with me
I got some features with me, with me
Big racks and that Aether with me, with me (racks)
Tote that like it's legal woody, woody (pew)
I look that shit up 'bout a thousand times
This bitch Master P 'cause she 'bout it, 'bout it
That boy got cheap rims on a cheap Jeep (hah!)
Just make sure you tell him his hoe a freak (ah)
I'm sitting at the top of the nose bleeds
And I got my gold off of Goldie
Work it, twerk it, baby, you have to hold me, wait for home
(Ahh, yeah) wake up to Young Thug
(Ahh, yeah) have you ever been a shot caller? (Have you ever?)
Proceed to the room, leave 'em stalkin' (yeah)
(Go ahead)
Love
Love, love, love, love (yeah)
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love (woo, woo!)
Love, love, love, love
Gotta ride for your team (ride)
Nigga play you busting
And I got me a high self-esteem
(What? What? What? Yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (hey)
Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (u-yeah)
Love, love, love, love
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Love (yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love (Thugger!)
That's on me (what?) That's on me
SOB, that's on keys (yeah, yeah)
Bands on me, bands on me (woo, woo)
Bands on me (hah), that is on me (brra, brra)
Turn up for the girls, turn up for the boys
Turn up for the club, turn up on the drugs
Turn up on the molly, turn up on the Xan
Turn up on a perky, give it to my man (woo!)
Here, give it to your clan
I put on my mink, I'm like a lamb
Stop trying to impress these fuckin' cams (who?)
I'm comin' for mine, Uncle Sam (woo, yeah)
I'm turnin' money into power (what?)
We not from here, we need a browser (yeah)
You just squirt, squirt (ski)
I know you don't want none, coward (knew it)
I'm studyin' like a bookworm
I'm tryna count at least a hundred bands (racks)
Yeah
And I wanna just buy some bigger land, yeah
Love
Love, love, love, love (yeah)
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love (woo, woo!)
Love, love, love, love
Gotta ride for your team (ride)
Nigga play you busting
And I got me a high self-esteem
(What? What? What? Yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (hey)
Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (yeah)
Love, love, love, love
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Love (yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love
For life
My hands won't touch your soul
C'mon pussy
(Legend, Wheezy Beats) go on, nigga
Love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love (woo!)
Love, love, love, love (love)
Love, love, love, love
Gotta ride for your team (err!)
Nigga play you busting
And I got me a high self-esteem
(What? What? What? Yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (yeah)
Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (yeah)
Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah)
(Gang, gang, gang) love
Love, love, love
Big old digits with me, big old Bentley with me
Big old bitches with me (skrt, skrt)
S gang, chino with me, with me
I got three stripes, Adidas with me, with me (woah)
All of my creatures with me, with me
I got some features with me, with me
Big racks and that Aether with me, with me (racks)
Tote that like it's legal woody, woody (pew)
I look that shit up 'bout a thousand times
This bitch Master P 'cause she 'bout it, 'bout it
That boy got cheap rims on a cheap Jeep (hah!)
Just make sure you tell him his hoe a freak (ah)
I'm sitting at the top of the nose bleeds
And I got my gold off of Goldie
Work it, twerk it, baby, you have to hold me, wait for home
(Ahh, yeah) wake up to Young Thug
(Ahh, yeah) have you ever been a shot caller? (Have you ever?)
Proceed to the room, leave 'em stalkin' (yeah)
(Go ahead)
Love
Love, love, love, love (yeah)
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love (woo, woo!)
Love, love, love, love
Gotta ride for your team (ride)
Nigga play you busting
And I got me a high self-esteem
(What? What? What? Yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (hey)
Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (u-yeah)
Love, love, love, love
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Love (yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love (Thugger!)
That's on me (what?) That's on me
SOB, that's on keys (yeah, yeah)
Bands on me, bands on me (woo, woo)
Bands on me (hah), that is on me (brra, brra)
Turn up for the girls, turn up for the boys
Turn up for the club, turn up on the drugs
Turn up on the molly, turn up on the Xan
Turn up on a perky, give it to my man (woo!)
Here, give it to your clan
I put on my mink, I'm like a lamb
Stop trying to impress these fuckin' cams (who?)
I'm comin' for mine, Uncle Sam (woo, yeah)
I'm turnin' money into power (what?)
We not from here, we need a browser (yeah)
You just squirt, squirt (ski)
I know you don't want none, coward (knew it)
I'm studyin' like a bookworm
I'm tryna count at least a hundred bands (racks)
Yeah
And I wanna just buy some bigger land, yeah
Love
Love, love, love, love (yeah)
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love (woo, woo!)
Love, love, love, love
Gotta ride for your team (ride)
Nigga play you busting
And I got me a high self-esteem
(What? What? What? Yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (hey)
Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love, love (yeah)
Love, love, love, love
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Love (yeah, yeah)
Love, love, love
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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