Love Me
Do you love me
Cause shit can get ugly
Do you trust me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Cause shit can get ugly
Do you love me
I'll be gentle with your heart, you can trust me
Cause they don't love you like they say they do
When you at your lowest point is when they play with you
People you knew your whole life acting strange to you
The money changing them, they say it's changing you
But they can't say it's true
Been giving back to the hood, I been paying dues
All around the globe, I been making moves
The young dogs ain't had no poles, so I gave em tools
And I been on the south since Jackson swimming pool
A dropout who ran it up, I ain't finished school
I been riding all my life, I'm like a inner tube
When I first started I was hustling for some tennis shoes
I had to give back to my mama cause the rent was due
Turn a boy into a man, that's what the trenches do
A couple homies went smoky in the Pigeon Coupe
You 35 smoking crack, what got into you
And I still love um, even though I know I can't trust um
Bitches saying that I hit, knowing I ain't fucked up
My bitch believe in all the rumors, wish I did touch her
It's fucked up getting accused and you ain't did nothing
So it's back to the streets, this shit ain't nothing new to me
I had to spell it all out, it ain't no U in me
But I can't blame you for that cause you was true to me
And even though we breaking up, you still boo to me, yeah
Love me, love me, love me
Cause shit can get ugly
Do you trust me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Cause shit can get ugly
Do you love me
I'll be gentle with your heart, you can trust me
Cause they don't love you like they say they do
When you at your lowest point is when they play with you
People you knew your whole life acting strange to you
The money changing them, they say it's changing you
But they can't say it's true
Been giving back to the hood, I been paying dues
All around the globe, I been making moves
The young dogs ain't had no poles, so I gave em tools
And I been on the south since Jackson swimming pool
A dropout who ran it up, I ain't finished school
I been riding all my life, I'm like a inner tube
When I first started I was hustling for some tennis shoes
I had to give back to my mama cause the rent was due
Turn a boy into a man, that's what the trenches do
A couple homies went smoky in the Pigeon Coupe
You 35 smoking crack, what got into you
And I still love um, even though I know I can't trust um
Bitches saying that I hit, knowing I ain't fucked up
My bitch believe in all the rumors, wish I did touch her
It's fucked up getting accused and you ain't did nothing
So it's back to the streets, this shit ain't nothing new to me
I had to spell it all out, it ain't no U in me
But I can't blame you for that cause you was true to me
And even though we breaking up, you still boo to me, yeah
Love me, love me, love me
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Writer(s): Derrick Hardy
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