Love Song
Let's do it
I wanna write you a love song
And dedicate
This whole song to you
Real life pimp I'll
Coach ya bitch
My chicks rock
Coach n shit
All white forces
So you ain gotta focus in
Got the OJ
Bout to pour the potion in
N the dro my oxygen
N I snuck my roaster in
Ima real life mobster man
I just eat pasta and
I know about pots n pans
Look
I tell a snitch
Snitch nigga proach the bench
No encroachment
No defense
Blow so fresh
Say no to mints
It's in the bag
Like condiments Ayy
N I never take back
You know I meant
What the fuck I said
You Sum a bitch
While you down looking bad
I'm on a bitch
Or at home with a bag
Like mom I'm rich
Gotta know that
Like common sense
I'm coming back like
Michael Vick
With the dog fighting money
N the pounds of mid
You can find me somewhere Around the bridge
like this
I wanna write you a love song
And dedicate
This whole song to you
It's bullshit everywhere
Believe me Ket aware
My girl by me shoes like
This some shit Ket'll wear
Ket flow everclear
Solid like metal gear
Bullshit so strong over there
We smell it here
All the females in here
Staring at a player gear
Player of the year here
Player of the year
I retired out the game
I might play another year
But if I play another year
I'll be played of the year
Give me the lighter
So that I can spark it
Im known to burn it down
Somebody call
The fire department
Higher than
10 story apartments
Worry bout
where ya broad went
While I hurry
To where ya broad went
Overall all my offense 99
You tryna find
Me without a dime
Bitch I bag a fine one every time
While you wining
Like a diamond ima shine
Find me in the rough
Gutta
Slimy n I'm rough
I'm n the guts
Nigga find me in her cuffs
I talk straight up
But you can find me in the cuts
N somebody straight up
Need to sign me in a rush
I'm finally finna hush
Soon as ya bitch
Start talking bout something
N it's nothing
If she ain't talking bout sucking
Ain't talking bout fucking
I'm just tryna give
Her mouth a lil loving
Cuz it's just something
Bout her mumbling something
Are you mumbling something
I wanna write you a love song
And dedicate
This whole song to you
This shit going out
Where the ash tray
I wanna write you a love song
And dedicate
This whole song to you
Real life pimp I'll
Coach ya bitch
My chicks rock
Coach n shit
All white forces
So you ain gotta focus in
Got the OJ
Bout to pour the potion in
N the dro my oxygen
N I snuck my roaster in
Ima real life mobster man
I just eat pasta and
I know about pots n pans
Look
I tell a snitch
Snitch nigga proach the bench
No encroachment
No defense
Blow so fresh
Say no to mints
It's in the bag
Like condiments Ayy
N I never take back
You know I meant
What the fuck I said
You Sum a bitch
While you down looking bad
I'm on a bitch
Or at home with a bag
Like mom I'm rich
Gotta know that
Like common sense
I'm coming back like
Michael Vick
With the dog fighting money
N the pounds of mid
You can find me somewhere Around the bridge
like this
I wanna write you a love song
And dedicate
This whole song to you
It's bullshit everywhere
Believe me Ket aware
My girl by me shoes like
This some shit Ket'll wear
Ket flow everclear
Solid like metal gear
Bullshit so strong over there
We smell it here
All the females in here
Staring at a player gear
Player of the year here
Player of the year
I retired out the game
I might play another year
But if I play another year
I'll be played of the year
Give me the lighter
So that I can spark it
Im known to burn it down
Somebody call
The fire department
Higher than
10 story apartments
Worry bout
where ya broad went
While I hurry
To where ya broad went
Overall all my offense 99
You tryna find
Me without a dime
Bitch I bag a fine one every time
While you wining
Like a diamond ima shine
Find me in the rough
Gutta
Slimy n I'm rough
I'm n the guts
Nigga find me in her cuffs
I talk straight up
But you can find me in the cuts
N somebody straight up
Need to sign me in a rush
I'm finally finna hush
Soon as ya bitch
Start talking bout something
N it's nothing
If she ain't talking bout sucking
Ain't talking bout fucking
I'm just tryna give
Her mouth a lil loving
Cuz it's just something
Bout her mumbling something
Are you mumbling something
I wanna write you a love song
And dedicate
This whole song to you
This shit going out
Where the ash tray
Credits
Writer(s): Marquette Blash
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