Love Crimes

Don't know much about religion
But we got soul ties
We ain't never tripping
We a whole vibe

Shout out to the woman that raised you
And shout out to your daddy
Tell him I will never play you
Got me thanking her creators
That pussy fire when I eat it
Got to save some for later
She got them thick thighs
The ones that save lives
She don't know much about religion
But we got soul ties
That's why we ain't never tripping
See we a whole vibe
I said fuck them other bitches
She said fuck them other guys
And if she ever caught me cheating
It would be a homicide
I told her the feelings mutual
Ima die about mine
The chances of me leaving her
Is like me dropping a dime
And that would never happen
I would rather do the time

Love crimes
They kick the door
She grabbed her strap I grabbed mine
Like when we fucking
Bussing at the same time
Love crimes

It's all hers I pull her hair
When I be hitting it from behind
I ask who's it is
She tell me it's mine
Ima hustler but I'll make time
They hit my line I'm pressing decline
Quarantining we ain't coming outside
It's a vibe, yeah
I might just hit up her daddy
And ask him could I make his daughter my bride
Like fuck a wedding ring
Let's get matching pistols
Baretta in her purse
Right next to her crystals
She the type to hit the range
Practice on her aim
Yoga and Pilates
She work on her frame
Got that Summer Walker
Make a nigga tat her name
Even if I broke up with her
I wouldn't even be ashamed
So if loving her's a crime
Then I would rather do the time

Love crimes
They kick the door
She grabbed her strap I grabbed mine
Like when we fucking
Bussing at the same time
Love crimes

I ask who's it is she tell me it's mine
Ima hustler but I'll make time
They hit my line I'm pressing decline
Quarantining we ain't coming outside
It's a vibe, yeah
I might just hit up her daddy
And ask him could I make his daughter my bride



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Writer(s): Kelton Jacobs
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