What's Love
Like what's love?
Love is when you give a bitch trust and you know you fucked up
Love Is when you tell her who you are, but she too stuck up
Love is when you crying on the inside, screaming fuck love
Like what's love?
What's love?
Love is when you give a bitch your all and she won't give you nun
Love is when you working while they shine, like the mother fucking sun
Love is when they treat you like two, but you really number one
What's love?
Like, what's love?
I don't know to love
I know I'm down to fuck up
You better put you trust in God
And never put your trust in us
I got a bank fill of funds
I might hit your strip and throw ones
Yeah, and we was just having fun
But now a nigga feeling for your love
But I know I can't get it
Even though the sex good, I can't feel it
You on top, while I'm staring at the ceiling
We should tell 'em about the story make a killing
When I'm hitting from the back I'm trying to drill it
All That scratching on my back, you need to kill it
And all that scratching on my back, you need to kill it
Like what's love?
Love is when you give a bitch trust and you know you fucked up
Love is when you tell her who you are, but she too stuck up
Love is when you crying on the inside, screaming fuck love
Like what's love?
What's love?
Love is when you give a bitch your all and she won't give you nun
Love is when you working while they shine, like the mother fucking sun
Love is when they treat you like two, but you really number one
What's love?
Like What's love?
Everybody gang gang, when the camera out
Yeah I seen them niggas run, when the bammas out
And when we done with them hammers, past them hammers down
And if they got to many bodies put them in the ground
What's love?
Got to fuck these hoes with a glove
Cause these hoes, they will try to fuck you up
Hit you that child support and a whole lotta stuff
But they know they can't get it
Even though they sex good, she can't feel it
She be riding, while I'm staring at the ceiling
I should tell about the story, make a killing
And when I'm hitting from the I'm trying to drill it
And all that scratching in my back, kill it
What's love?
Love is when you give a bitch trust and you know you fucked up
Love is when you tell her who you are but she too stuck up
Love is when you crying on the inside screaming fuck love
Like what's love?
What's love?
Love is when you give a bitch trust and you know you fucked up
Love Is when you tell her who you are, but she too stuck up
Love is when you crying on the inside, screaming fuck love
Like what's love?
What's love?
Love is when you give a bitch your all and she won't give you nun
Love is when you working while they shine, like the mother fucking sun
Love is when they treat you like two, but you really number one
What's love?
Like, what's love?
I don't know to love
I know I'm down to fuck up
You better put you trust in God
And never put your trust in us
I got a bank fill of funds
I might hit your strip and throw ones
Yeah, and we was just having fun
But now a nigga feeling for your love
But I know I can't get it
Even though the sex good, I can't feel it
You on top, while I'm staring at the ceiling
We should tell 'em about the story make a killing
When I'm hitting from the back I'm trying to drill it
All That scratching on my back, you need to kill it
And all that scratching on my back, you need to kill it
Like what's love?
Love is when you give a bitch trust and you know you fucked up
Love is when you tell her who you are, but she too stuck up
Love is when you crying on the inside, screaming fuck love
Like what's love?
What's love?
Love is when you give a bitch your all and she won't give you nun
Love is when you working while they shine, like the mother fucking sun
Love is when they treat you like two, but you really number one
What's love?
Like What's love?
Everybody gang gang, when the camera out
Yeah I seen them niggas run, when the bammas out
And when we done with them hammers, past them hammers down
And if they got to many bodies put them in the ground
What's love?
Got to fuck these hoes with a glove
Cause these hoes, they will try to fuck you up
Hit you that child support and a whole lotta stuff
But they know they can't get it
Even though they sex good, she can't feel it
She be riding, while I'm staring at the ceiling
I should tell about the story, make a killing
And when I'm hitting from the I'm trying to drill it
And all that scratching in my back, kill it
What's love?
Love is when you give a bitch trust and you know you fucked up
Love is when you tell her who you are but she too stuck up
Love is when you crying on the inside screaming fuck love
Like what's love?
What's love?
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Writer(s): Chad Thomas
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