Love Me Or Don't
Pour up the pineapple juice
Cause the lil shordie so sweet
Shordie be keepin it true
But that's how it's pose to be
Ain't nothin bout me too fake
So what the fuck these niggas see
They don't wanna give so I take
You either love a nigga or you don't
You either love a nigga or you don't
You either love a nigga or you don't
Ain't talkin bout business so what do you want
All day every day steady hittin my phone
Go get you some money and leave me alone
Cause nigga you already know what I'm on
If I ain text you back
And I leave you read
Then shouldn't it mean go and get you some bread
I'm doin it too
Get that shit through ya head
How you say that you rich but yo patnas be broke
He a lame for the fame on my momma fasho
Gun to his face and the nigga done froze on the net he a g but in person a hoe
Palms they be itchin too much
If I shoot him he turnin to dust
He was dissin so it is a must
Pour up the pineapple juice
Cause the lil shordie so sweet
Shordie be keepin it true
But that's how it's pose to be
Ain't nothin bout me too fake
So what the fuck these niggas see
They don't wanna give so I take
You either love a nigga or you don't
You either love a nigga or you don't
You either love a nigga or you don't
Ain't talkin bout business so what do you want
All day every day steady hittin my phone
Cause the lil shordie so sweet
Shordie be keepin it true
But that's how it's pose to be
Ain't nothin bout me too fake
So what the fuck these niggas see
They don't wanna give so I take
You either love a nigga or you don't
You either love a nigga or you don't
You either love a nigga or you don't
Ain't talkin bout business so what do you want
All day every day steady hittin my phone
Go get you some money and leave me alone
Cause nigga you already know what I'm on
If I ain text you back
And I leave you read
Then shouldn't it mean go and get you some bread
I'm doin it too
Get that shit through ya head
How you say that you rich but yo patnas be broke
He a lame for the fame on my momma fasho
Gun to his face and the nigga done froze on the net he a g but in person a hoe
Palms they be itchin too much
If I shoot him he turnin to dust
He was dissin so it is a must
Pour up the pineapple juice
Cause the lil shordie so sweet
Shordie be keepin it true
But that's how it's pose to be
Ain't nothin bout me too fake
So what the fuck these niggas see
They don't wanna give so I take
You either love a nigga or you don't
You either love a nigga or you don't
You either love a nigga or you don't
Ain't talkin bout business so what do you want
All day every day steady hittin my phone
Credits
Writer(s): Syrus Kamara
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