A Love Story
You know how we do, you know how we do
You know how we do, you know how we do
Chanel pocketbook body make a nigga wanna stop and look
You think she innocent but she a demon when she plot the jux
She told me bout when she was growing up she watched her father cook
And if the safe is open, she would count the bread her mama took
This the type of bitch that's high maintenance
Dealing with her spoiled ass, I had to find patience
The perfect combination of pretty and gangsta, she keep it so elegant
She nasty in them sheets, I would say that she a specialist
I swim in that pussy, sorta like a gold medalist
Her friends wanna know, but she ain't telling shit
I was locked up, soon as I came home I gave her felon dick
Money and pussy, two things niggas want, but never get
We breaking big bills, keep the change like it's seven cents
Blow a bag, get a bag, nigga like I never spent
Even with a sure shot, you niggas could never hit
She rocking Prada like a goddess, she heaven sent
You know I love you baby
I know
You know I drive you crazy
You know I love you
But these streets raised me
You know I love you baby
I know
You know I drive you crazy
You know I love you
But these streets raised me
When I walk up in the spot, she peep the way I operate
Savage Fenty for the lingerie, fireworks, bombs away
Ain't a soul that can rain down on our parade
I play the background and tell her she the star today
I had a bitch when I met you, but she lost her rank
Ride or die bitch like Eve, willing to rob the bank
She break the weed on the rolling tray, probably roll the eighth
Gotta leave, though I wanna stay, I gotta show today
She said, nigga you know I'm pulling up
Me and my girls looking cute as fuck
Just for your hoes to look at us
I reply, true enough
She so fine she don't even gotta do too much
These other hoes humorous
Before you holler at my bitch, get your units up
She into Gucci, Dolce Gabbana, and Louis stuff
When we out in public, ain't nobody cool as us
Like Weezy and George Jefferson, girl, we moving up
Classy, beautiful, highly intelligent, but rude as fuck
She ain't scared to make a dollar
Man she help me move the stuff
The shit I done in my life, you would think it's movie stuff
Bonnie and Clyde, baby girl, you know we do it up
You know I love you, baby
I know
You know I drive you crazy
You know I love you, but these streets raised me
You know I love you, baby
I know
You know I drive you crazy
You know I love you, but these streets raised me
You know how we do, you know how we do
Chanel pocketbook body make a nigga wanna stop and look
You think she innocent but she a demon when she plot the jux
She told me bout when she was growing up she watched her father cook
And if the safe is open, she would count the bread her mama took
This the type of bitch that's high maintenance
Dealing with her spoiled ass, I had to find patience
The perfect combination of pretty and gangsta, she keep it so elegant
She nasty in them sheets, I would say that she a specialist
I swim in that pussy, sorta like a gold medalist
Her friends wanna know, but she ain't telling shit
I was locked up, soon as I came home I gave her felon dick
Money and pussy, two things niggas want, but never get
We breaking big bills, keep the change like it's seven cents
Blow a bag, get a bag, nigga like I never spent
Even with a sure shot, you niggas could never hit
She rocking Prada like a goddess, she heaven sent
You know I love you baby
I know
You know I drive you crazy
You know I love you
But these streets raised me
You know I love you baby
I know
You know I drive you crazy
You know I love you
But these streets raised me
When I walk up in the spot, she peep the way I operate
Savage Fenty for the lingerie, fireworks, bombs away
Ain't a soul that can rain down on our parade
I play the background and tell her she the star today
I had a bitch when I met you, but she lost her rank
Ride or die bitch like Eve, willing to rob the bank
She break the weed on the rolling tray, probably roll the eighth
Gotta leave, though I wanna stay, I gotta show today
She said, nigga you know I'm pulling up
Me and my girls looking cute as fuck
Just for your hoes to look at us
I reply, true enough
She so fine she don't even gotta do too much
These other hoes humorous
Before you holler at my bitch, get your units up
She into Gucci, Dolce Gabbana, and Louis stuff
When we out in public, ain't nobody cool as us
Like Weezy and George Jefferson, girl, we moving up
Classy, beautiful, highly intelligent, but rude as fuck
She ain't scared to make a dollar
Man she help me move the stuff
The shit I done in my life, you would think it's movie stuff
Bonnie and Clyde, baby girl, you know we do it up
You know I love you, baby
I know
You know I drive you crazy
You know I love you, but these streets raised me
You know I love you, baby
I know
You know I drive you crazy
You know I love you, but these streets raised me
Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Sheppard
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