I Think I Luv Her

YM cook up sauce got me back on the stove

Yea
Woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I gotta bitch and she stupid thick
She know she the shit
If I don't buy her what she want
She gone throw a fit
Shawty bad, she be poppin tags
She get to the bag, got em mad
Got them bitches mad how she get to the cash
I think I love her
Yeah, Yeah
I think I love her

She on her shit
Got it out the mud shawty still wanna take something
She stupid thick
Shawty turn heads every nigga wanna say something
She used to strip
She be in the club with her girl trying to shake something
She 'bout a check
Went and put her number in my phone she trying to make sumn
Pulled up on her
Lil' baby sell weed and do hair up out the same spot
Cook a lil' coke
But she move smart she don't sell it in the same house
Ghetto ass chick
Seen her do the dishes, cook chicken in the same pot
Yeah that's my type
Keep it in her purse fuck with her
You'll get popped
Yeah, yeah she crazy, hit the streets goin brazy
Got em' all looking lazy
Throwing plays Tom Brady
But she move like a lady
Fuck with her on the daily
She'll hit you with the maybe
Gas got her feeling spacey
Only one'll never play me so I keep her like my main thang

I think I love her
Yeah, Yeah
I think I love her
I gotta bitch and she stupid thick
She know she the shit
If I don't buy her what she want
She gone throw a fit
Shawty bad, she be poppin tags
She get to the bag, got em mad
Got them bitches mad how she get to the cash
I gotta bitch and she stupid thick
She know she the shit
If I don't buy her what she want
She gone throw a fit
Shawty bad, she be poppin tags
She get to the bag, got em mad
Got them bitches mad how she get to the cash
I think I love her
Yeah, Yeah
I think I love her



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Writer(s): Johnathan Martin
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