Love Stories (feat. BenjiCold)

Two twin glocks keep them on my side
Are gone hold my nine
Love stories they always rhyme
I cannot see all the opps in disguise
I'm thinking she seeing the pain in my eyes
Heart so cold but I love my fye

Spend this shit nigga
Then nigga like Christmas time
What I gotta do baby just to make you mine
Just tell me now don't waste time
With damn stories and the damn rhymes
Got the glock with the titties
Its combine
I got the designer nigga
And it's all mine
You want smoke nigga wit me
On ya free time
I'm fucking her back ya
Her damn spine
Yo mf ex yah he a damn lie
That nigga he fell off like a land slide
Go ahead and get the bands hot
Nigga we got the lil thirty nigga
We gone put that nigga out of damn sight

Two twin glocks keep them on my side
Are gone hold my nine
Love stories they always rhyme
I cannot see all the opps in disguise
I'm thinking she seeing the pain in my eyes
Heart so cold but I love my fye
Heart so cold but lil mom fye
Don't know what todo oh no
Flipping my bag when I'm alone
Flipping bags I'm in my zone
What are you doing tonight
Tryna make you mine
I'm steady flexing
I'm rocking that number nine
What are you doing to night
Of course
Top floor pent house ain't no porch
Tony Montana skirt of in a Porsche
Counting them bands like a dork
While I'm rocking Tom Ford
At the top floor
Me and Benji prolly had her before
She sniffing that white man she gotta go go
Go
Go
Yah she gotta go
Yah she gotta go
My chopper on go
My chopper on go
Love stories
Love stories
Love stories they slow
Man my chopper fully auto in a beamer not a Tahoe
Yah brody trained to blow
He ain't now slime but he wipe yah nose
Two twin glocks keep them on my side
Are gone hold my nine
Love stories they always rhyme
I cannot see all the opps in disguise
I'm thinking she seeing the pain in my eyes
Heart so cold but I love my fye
Yah
Two twin glocks got it from the Russian guys
What would you do baby if you were by my side
How is a love story never gone rhyme
Feel like I'm Yachty I just want you one night
Come to yo crib and beat it like fight night
Slide in your window I feel like the dark night
Yeah
Feel like I'm dark night
I ain't never need a glock to fight
Pull up it's on sight
Imma blow her brain like dynamite
Baby it's okay
Baby it's alright
Love stories and they never gone rhyme
Glock on my lap at all times
She moves the pack all day and all night
Ha
Funny she on time
Pull up wit choppers it shoot like a drum line
Love stories and it's never a fun time
Thinking she feeling the muh-fucking punch line
Shooting my shot
I'm on crunch time
Cook that lil boy
Yeah it's lunch time
Fah



Credits
Writer(s): Zac Mohr
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