to me Has got my body wanting you more and more Oh baby, it's got it bad, your love has got me open You touch me at the spot Ooh boy, you got me high
Love each other while you still got time Tell your mother she's been on your mind Kiss your brother just 'cuz he looks fine Wear the red dress, love
a kiss for you I'm movin', movin', movin' He's movin', movin', movin' We movin', movin', movin' Stop movin', shot bruise 'em Two more for Cam for takin
't think I'll ever know what all this hatin' about Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about Got big guns dog one pop and you out Love women that
Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail Love the way these niggaz smell, keep comin' back, can't you tell? Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love
the core and she's proud Now our place was a graveyard for automobiles At the end of the porch there was four stacks of wheels And tires for sale for
, Reality, is love. All we leave behind is lost, Just things to gather lust and dust. The house for sale, the grand estates, The echoes of the somebodies, Who sought love
M1s and they all for sale Got that 9mm got that 10mm Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale Got that old trey pound, got that new fore pound
sale, fronting Wishing to have something to hold on But fate kicked your ass up full blast Momma miss ya, wanting so much to kiss ya They love ya, wanting
I don't know how" Old, old friends 4 sale Get 'em while the gettin' is hot but you better watch out They'll kiss you until they get what you got And
I got certain artist, shook inside of this place Got em scared like I got heat to there face Cos I flow kinda gully, I flow kinda muddy I got through
? for both of us I want to breathe you? lay on your shoulder I want to warm you? when nights get colder I want love? love? love I want love? love? love
my mark 'Cuz I get the party jumpin' like your hoopty won't start Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition' Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin
Roley with the all yellow deese Got the sunflower yellow on the fingernails And the yellow Louie bag with the pastels Yo, I'm livin' like a model while my rap sales, why? 'Cause niggaz love
I got your record and put it on the shelf I didn't play it, I used it as a frisbee Your girl saw me doin' it and she kissed me A good sport 'cause the
bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money Like Johnny handsome been sonning niggas for so long I think I got
livin' fast How long can it last? I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's For all the niggaz in the game that's been slangin' cheese For all