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Cars The Looking For Love

) (Looking for love) Uh, she's looking for love Here she comes Looking for love Here she comes Looking for love Here she comes Looking for love Here she comes Looking for

can't even have a good time. [Pre-Chorus:] Everybody look to their left (yeah) Everybody look to their right (ha) Can you feel that (yeah) Well pay them with love

wit you) you tell them like that bitch told scarface (what she say?) I dont fuck with help [Verse 1 - Fab] They say they out for dead presidents never

I date supermodels The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow We get the same parties probably My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy And I dont front for

got love for em' Come to the block, I'll shake off the rub for em' Ask for G-Unit, motherfucker its a rap Ma$e made it out alive, thank God for that

to be a liar [Rick Ross] One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross) The boss made it,

for kids who got that skill Marry a legend like J did if you got that will But laugh now, cry later if you pop that pill Seem fine for a moment but it

him Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits Dodging cop cars look

and caught in the hype Rappers are regular people minus money and light Searching for fortune and fame, and super stardom All the jewelry, all the cars