Tender Love
She likes the way I dress my swagger
She likes the way I pass in class
She likes the way I mix that coke
Can't wait my run
Ah, ah faster
Tell the money come faster
So that they hear us when we come, yeah
And for the worry is done
Enemies get burn from the African sun
When they fall down solo tall we stand
When we turn back, there is no return
For the worry is done
Enemies get burn from the African sun
When they fall down solo tall we stand
When we turn back, there is no return
Mama give me tender tender tender love
Boy receiving tender tender tender love
I wanna give you tender tender tender love
Can I have some tender tender tender love
Bullet to the gun, gun in the hand
Hand in the pocket trueless is trust
Flowers in his hand, his girl in my heart
Now I understand my work here is done
Bullet to the gun, gun in the hand
Hand in the pocket trueless is trust
Flowers in his hand, his girl in my heart
Now I understand my work here is done
And for the worry is done
Enemies get burn from the African sun
When they fall down solo tall we stand
When we turn back, there is no return
For the worry is done
Enemies get burn from the African sun
When they fall down solo tall we stand
When we turn back, there is no return
Mama give me, tender, tender, tender love
Boy receiving, tender, tender, tender love
I wanna give you, tender, tender, tender love
Can I have some, tender, tender, tender love
She likes the way I pass in class
She likes the way I mix that coke
Can't wait my run
Ah, ah faster
Tell the money come faster
So that they hear us when we come, yeah
And for the worry is done
Enemies get burn from the African sun
When they fall down solo tall we stand
When we turn back, there is no return
For the worry is done
Enemies get burn from the African sun
When they fall down solo tall we stand
When we turn back, there is no return
Mama give me tender tender tender love
Boy receiving tender tender tender love
I wanna give you tender tender tender love
Can I have some tender tender tender love
Bullet to the gun, gun in the hand
Hand in the pocket trueless is trust
Flowers in his hand, his girl in my heart
Now I understand my work here is done
Bullet to the gun, gun in the hand
Hand in the pocket trueless is trust
Flowers in his hand, his girl in my heart
Now I understand my work here is done
And for the worry is done
Enemies get burn from the African sun
When they fall down solo tall we stand
When we turn back, there is no return
For the worry is done
Enemies get burn from the African sun
When they fall down solo tall we stand
When we turn back, there is no return
Mama give me, tender, tender, tender love
Boy receiving, tender, tender, tender love
I wanna give you, tender, tender, tender love
Can I have some, tender, tender, tender love
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Writer(s): Michael Kennedy Claver
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