Listen love I just wanna run this across you
Couldn't let you get away
Almost lost you
Though I seen you in my dreams
You the hottest on the scene
Tryna add you to my team but its awful
Cause everybody want you, everybody tryna hit it
You aint worried bout shit you just tryna live it
You just putting your makeup and you aint got time for the fake stuff
Good men you wouldn't never even date us
Corny how you get up in your habits
Lonely how I get up in my feelings
Cause I just wanna feel it
I just wanna take you home baby
If you let me I'll make you my own
Swear it God its on
Its three in the mornig and shit
Me and Deez just riding around blowin zoo
Im juat hittin you hittin you hittin you
Tryna get in the
And them fellas might play a better part of you
But I swear im gon bring a better part of you
Imma help you when you fall
Imam teach you what you lost
Cause knowledge is better than it all
All them gold chains all the diamond rings and them shiny thangs
Kind of thangs That you love baby
I can factuate your love
You aint gotta hit the clubs
Stay home and make love baby
Word up
I can get the champagne poppin
With the bubble baths and the candles lit
I can give you the whole damn world
And the moons and the stars and you still aint apprectiatin shit
I know
but listen love listen love
if you getting love getting love
you should give a love give a love
(?) got you real sick of love
Yeah real shit
Tired of lovin real shit
Real love don't come real quick
All the lies that you gotta deal with
Yeah deal with
Got you real Sick
Got you real sick
Real sick
Tired of lovin, real shit
Real love don't come real quick
All the lies that you gotta deal with
Deal with
Got you real sick
Real sick
She apart of me apart of me
Baby girl got the heart of me heart of me
She getting all my time
Mama getting all of me
So close to my soul she my artery
So hard for you to swallow so you follow me
And I aint worried bout you, you aint apart of me
All money you would think I won the lottery
Pretty girls they just think I won the lottery
I lost you, bitch can you rock with me
Need a queen I got property
But you all in my business, like Lord is my witness
I aint tryna fall for the kiddin, used to ball with the pimpin
Hit the mall and we spend it
Now im in your log every minute
You Jordan I'm pimpin
Give you the ball we gon win it
You would swear to God we would win it
The factuation (?) we'll make love
You tryna break love you aint tryna make love
We just break up, make love, make up
The little things that will never erase us
We need a ring, not pureses not makeup
We need a team not, kearse and layup
Weight up we need to get to walkin not talkin
Get money and pray
Thank God that I cake up
Yeah you here me? You understand me?
Do we gotta facetime from Miami?
Keep your eyes on the prize and your pussy where you man be
Yeah your heart with you family
Trust that
But I be workin late fosho
She said she aint gonna wait no more
She so tired of the lies crys and the long lonely rides
Now she in the club every night good bye
Yeah real shit
Tired of lovin real shit
Real love don't come real quick
All the lies that you gotta deal with
Yeah deal with
Got you real Sick
Got you real sick
Real sick
Tired of lovin, real shit
Real love don't come real quick
All the lies that you gotta deal with
Deal with
Got you real sick
Real sick

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