WHERE'S THE LUV?
I said
Hol up
Where's the love?
I hear them talk a lot about it
Issa dub
But I been chillin way above all of the fuck shit
They tryna wait until I pop to hit the fan club
I got your shorty on the phone
She tryna run shit
I'm like a cop the way I'm yelling For your hands up
I get it jumpin
Roll another
Bring the fans out
They bring the cameras
Wanna see me w some bands out
I'm in Atlanta
Where the titties and the ass at
I plan to roll another spliff but I Won't pass that
It only takes a couple hits for u to Pass out
I think I need another drink
They got me gas lit
I said to tell me something else
U got me fucked up
And
I be rippin shit while chillin in my sandles
They only care bout getting lit
I'm with the candles
No wonder why a brotha's Pouting when I run around
I gotta make a couple drops Before I come to town
She said to text her when I pull Up
She gon bus it down
I'm always rolling up a spliff That's how I run around
I'm always rolling up a spliff That's how I run around
That's how I run around
I run around
I said what happened to the luv
What happened to it
I hear them talk a lot about it
Issa dub
Issa dub
But I been chillin way above all Of the fuck shit
They tryna wait until I pop to hit The fan club
I got your shorty on the phone
She tryna run shit
I'm like a cop the way I'm yelling For your hands up
I get it jumpin
Roll another
Bring the fans out
They bring the cameras
Wanna see me w some bands out
Yea
Hol up
Where's the love?
I hear them talk a lot about it
Issa dub
But I been chillin way above all of the fuck shit
They tryna wait until I pop to hit the fan club
I got your shorty on the phone
She tryna run shit
I'm like a cop the way I'm yelling For your hands up
I get it jumpin
Roll another
Bring the fans out
They bring the cameras
Wanna see me w some bands out
I'm in Atlanta
Where the titties and the ass at
I plan to roll another spliff but I Won't pass that
It only takes a couple hits for u to Pass out
I think I need another drink
They got me gas lit
I said to tell me something else
U got me fucked up
And
I be rippin shit while chillin in my sandles
They only care bout getting lit
I'm with the candles
No wonder why a brotha's Pouting when I run around
I gotta make a couple drops Before I come to town
She said to text her when I pull Up
She gon bus it down
I'm always rolling up a spliff That's how I run around
I'm always rolling up a spliff That's how I run around
That's how I run around
I run around
I said what happened to the luv
What happened to it
I hear them talk a lot about it
Issa dub
Issa dub
But I been chillin way above all Of the fuck shit
They tryna wait until I pop to hit The fan club
I got your shorty on the phone
She tryna run shit
I'm like a cop the way I'm yelling For your hands up
I get it jumpin
Roll another
Bring the fans out
They bring the cameras
Wanna see me w some bands out
Yea
Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Acevedo
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