Love 4 You

I've got love for you, yeah I do,
And some of your friends, sorry to offend but that shits true,
Don't take it offensive its my adolescence,
I just enjoy some suggestive suggestions,
Maybe your a blessing compared to some hoes would have a threesome for some attention,
Me and my new ho late nights on top of the roof though,
A bottle of Nuvo enjoying the view,
Then she got a boyfriend I try to ignore him,
But it ain't my fault if she liking too,
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck that do?
It's the young young nigga who got no tattoos,
From the City by the beach, with the low Chuck-Ts,
And the teens call me K.i.d [?],
And my flow so hot, but my feet so cold,
They be starin' at my grill but my teeth ain't gold,
He just looked at me wrong cause' I ain't play ball,
Like a nigga wasn't black cause' my knee ain't grow,
Really really? Like forreally? I'm like teenage [?],
Nineteen whippin nineteen vehicles,
When they say that this shit wasn't true,
I've got love for you,

Back up in this bitch,
With a bitch who ain't good at doin' shit but takin' pictures,
Got a nice butt, but suck at doin' dishes,
Can't clean a rug but she good at givin' kisses, right,
She don't really cook good, but she always look good,
Baby oh, baby oh, baby,
She's amazing and she drives a Mercedes,
And she still dress like the nineteen eighties,
She knows everything I do, my window is a telescope,
From her penthouse with a view,
She can see me anywhere I go,
I told her she can chill it's all good baby,
I live out that biggie line,
As long as the head is right,
You know I'll come home every night,
Now that ain't warnin' but it's more of test,
Though when it comes to sex do you do it the best,
Cause' if not I might move onto the next though,
So think about that before you give it a rest,
Assured that she currently workin on it,
Surgically learning bout' tewrkin on it,
When they say that this shit wasn't true,
I've got love for you.