Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck
I remember we were broke as ever, but love kept our hopes up
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap
Too good in between the sheets in the mustang now we call em love seats
As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
We sat together, talking bout love, straight loving in that love seat
You were sent to show me love in a manner that nobody could,
I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
Stuck in detained submission, on this earth we were given
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done
Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die
Fucking her all night i knew we were in love, and thats when i had to say goodbye.
Love it when we take pictures,were a good mixture,
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
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