My love

My love Lyrics

f/ Pook, Shotgun

(Lynch)
I know, you remember Holiday Inn
Had to hit it from the back drinkin OE and gin
I used to eat pussy up, I can't lie,
that's really real, really real, really real
See I met you through the homies
That homie was like cuz, wont you jump up in the cutlass
Come and get you some butt
Came through swervin off OE like I always do
Same two straps in the trunk cuz where you at aint coo
I was like boo hold up its midnight and I got the eyes tight
Knew it was on just as long as I rub the thighs right
Next thing you know, we disrespecting the couch
Feel the pressure in my nutts
Its about to come out
You was like inside, whoride, I don't give a f**k
We can f**k untill I throw up all the way to sunrise then cut
And thats what happened
It was crackin like an omlet
Got you hittin that bomb sh*t
And you don't even enhale the chronic
Stupid ass biiatch

(Pook)
I used to love da hoe, I can't lie
b**ch had me stuck
25 years later the f**k so many haters ????
b**ch you need to grow up
You already know what side I throw up (Westside b**ch!)
Given our game back to weak niggas to help them niggas blow up
But shiesty b**ch you know what
You gon get back , you gon feel it nigga
I heard the FBI tried to shut you down said you done been the nigga
Said you (???) violent thoughts
And youre a thug wannabe, followin
Doing more than lickin the pussy
They smellin a tastin, bitin, swollowin leavin the pussyhole hollow
Heard the pussy picked up a forth the Henessey bottle
Now everybody thinkin nigga f**k, leavin them whiteboys in Colorado
But f**k it, let a hoe be a hoe is my motto
Cant let it rest
Gotta get it off my chest just to express my sorrow
I guess your pimp had you impressin ???? stories
Actin the sweet, said f**k ya man,
got a plan to get yo ass of the streets
Gave you the fame without the fortune
Get you under the sheets
b**ch if you always on your back, then you can't get on your feet
I used to love this rap game!

(Shotgun)
I bet you didn't know that she used to be my main hoe
Back in the days
When I was runnin up in houses with socks on my hands tryin to get paid
It was like Courvoisier and Alize
Most couldn't fade, cuz we buck till we both gain 5 6 times a day
How could I walk away from something that seems it's meant to be
You neva trip with me
When I took charge it was just the pimp in me
You was either quick to flex with it
When niggas and they b**ches got fat
But look at us now, you aint around huh
And never in my mind did I think you turned b**ch on me
Skip one day and the next
Plottin licks on me
See yous a phony, I aint f**kin wit you no more
Like Ice Cube said
You da ex-b**ch, you gotz ta go
You know the motto, so f**k a hoe
And puttin the b**ch before the hustle thats a no
Because they have you comin up short
Spendin my last dimes, wastin all my time in my life
There's only group of one love and thats the grind biiatch!