Love Story
Lemme tell you bout my bitch
Light skin pretty smile and I love her hips
Baby so divine she be whining on the pole
Fuck a nigga good she'll take a night soul
Hold a nigga down when a nigga not around
On a business trip she know I be flipping pounds
Nina hold it close if It gotta make a sound
Aim that bitch up it gon put a nigga down
I be all on the court boy I never play the benches
Know some real killas and they came up out the trenches
Niggas flipping work they be hoppin hella fences
Nigga try to diss we gon leave that nigga senseless
Chillin with gorillas and my niggas moving stealthy
Young rich nigga so you know a nigga wealthy
Fighting for my spot fuck a nigga gonna tell me
Zaza to the dome cuz it keep a nigga healthy
I be all in my feelings
So these bitches can't get next to me
Keep calling my phone
Girl you know you get the best of me
Freaky over text
Girl I love how you be sexting me
So I fuck her good
So I know that she'll remember me
Her best friend a fan
But her sister is a friend a me
Came up out the hood
So you know I got the recipe
Flexing on the gram
Baby girl it ain't impressing me
Real top shotta
Baby girl I got the remedy
Light skin pretty smile and I love her hips
Baby so divine she be whining on the pole
Fuck a nigga good she'll take a night soul
Hold a nigga down when a nigga not around
On a business trip she know I be flipping pounds
Nina hold it close if It gotta make a sound
Aim that bitch up it gon put a nigga down
I be all on the court boy I never play the benches
Know some real killas and they came up out the trenches
Niggas flipping work they be hoppin hella fences
Nigga try to diss we gon leave that nigga senseless
Chillin with gorillas and my niggas moving stealthy
Young rich nigga so you know a nigga wealthy
Fighting for my spot fuck a nigga gonna tell me
Zaza to the dome cuz it keep a nigga healthy
I be all in my feelings
So these bitches can't get next to me
Keep calling my phone
Girl you know you get the best of me
Freaky over text
Girl I love how you be sexting me
So I fuck her good
So I know that she'll remember me
Her best friend a fan
But her sister is a friend a me
Came up out the hood
So you know I got the recipe
Flexing on the gram
Baby girl it ain't impressing me
Real top shotta
Baby girl I got the remedy
Credits
Writer(s): Raheem Crawford
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