Wanna Love You

Glahh glahh glahh boom, Like what
Ap the city ap the what ap the nation
Boss up on ya fuck niggas ya know this

Moving to tact on go I can't lack, Fuck love trying tell you shit cap
Spin thru the floss make em a pack, Cause I swear he get dropped if he dropping my hat
Ayo kiki ya pussy was trash, Matter fact let's not get into that
Ayo fully you broke and you whack, So it's gmgk when I see you don't lack
Shorty grinding all up the floor, She be moving that shit getting sturdy
Blakk rose on court tryna shoot like he curry, Foreign he with me be rolling of 30s
That's ya bitch she get neaky she flirty, In the spot drive the boat 'cause she thirsty
I got ooters that's spinnin in jersey, One phone call and my niggas is purgin

Wana love you but baby I can't, Step on the court and I ball Durant
Rip Kent ima ball till I can't, Ima ap the city Forever it's stamped
Shorty bad but said she got a man, Give a fuck cus she know what's the plans
I can't trust her I know she a blam, But I hit from the back and I'm doing my dance
You a thot I'm like how could love you, Broke bitch no I don't wana cuddle
Spin thru the floss, No I'm not tryna rumble
Tell sharp don't run don't stumble, We caught a play on the opp cus he fumbled
Put that boy in a bag now he gumbo, Shorty a treesh once I hit ima done you
She for the streets once I hit I can't love you, Word to bro man these bitches is popped
How you a 10 if you don't got no guap, Bitch you tweakin
I been in the spots, Mr walk in that bitch by myself I'm on hots
Where he at cus I came with this knock, Talk on gang he get put in a box
You not a ooter you don't own a glock, If it's up then it's stuck in ya dome once you shot like

Moving to tact on go I can't lack, Fuck love trying tell you shit cap
Spin thru the floss make em a pack, Cause I swear he get dropped if he dropping my hat
Ayo kiki ya pussy was trash, Matter fact let's not get into that
Ayo fully you broke and you whack, So it's gmgk when I see you don't lack
Shorty grinding all up the floor, She be moving that shit getting sturdy
Blakk rose on court tryna shoot like he curry, Foreign he with me be rolling of 30s
That's ya bitch she get neaky she flirty, In the spot drive the boat 'cause she thirsty
I got ooters that's spinnin in jersey, One phone call and my niggas is purgin



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Writer(s): Randolph Davis
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