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Rich Boy - And i love you lyrics

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And i love you by Rich Boy


f/ Big Boi, Pastor Troy[Verse 1 - Rich Boy] I remember when I met'cha I was only sixteen Who would ever thought that me and you would get this cream? We took a lot of trips together, you stayed down Remember when we start hoppin' on that Greyhound? She say she like to play hide and seek in the ride And sure I'll open up the trunk and hide her inside She say she think I'm cheatin' wit' a girl named Jane You ain't just my babay, b**ch, you my everythang I was broke but you maintained better As long as me and you together we can get this cheddar Whatever, her name white Sally I met her through my homeboy Rico out in Cali I thank Reagan for the haters when ya got hard Ya bought me jewels, gator shoes and some big cars Yeah you took me out the hood gave me good thangs Now we on a private plane eatin' chicken wangs[Chorus] (And I love you) You the reason why I ride good You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good (And I love you) You the reason why these hoes choose You the reason why a nigga sprayed candy on my old school (And I love you) You the reason why I quarterback Took a nigga out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac That's why I get it how I live boy 'Cause you took me from a young broke nigga to a rich boy[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy] And I love you babay, mwah, hugs and kisses f**k them niggas and f**k them b**ches Been in this game since 1998 Nigga take the safety and sh*t but I'm great Maybe it's fate destiny, you tell me Damn near ten and that sh*t been free But I'm P.T. so I gots to cruise nigga Really ain't sh*t to prove to y'all niggas All the cars, all the clothes Wit' all the stars, and all the hoes First class flights a nigga live in the lights But see you in the dark, this stuff is kinda hard See where I park, valet costs a note Drop another fifty just to check my coat Probably leave wit' yo' chick, know how I do It's Pastor Disaster baby, I love you[Chorus][Verse 3 - Big Boi] Took me from a gun totin' nigga to a Big Boi Too legit to slip now I got papers on my sh*t boi And not just my weapons I'm talkin' 'bout titles and deeds You payin' rent you can't afford and can't break out of ya lease I'm out of ya league, I might as well be Ivy All over ya ass like injections in a stripper's hiney Rhyming is a skill that requires timing Like dual ejaculation while my lady's riding I'm 'bout to cum (I'm 'bout to cum) at the same time You satisfied? (I'm satisfied) that's how I slang mine A generation came up under my style From penetration of the nation when I was just a child Now, who's really in the critics talk 'bout me Andre 3000 and three mo' niggas that's really fie Let me break it down, I get fly at that mouth I, stay fresh to the hosiery we 'posed to be Them niggas from the south so One to the two the three the fo' Satisfied? (I'm satisfied) Then I'mma hit 'cha some mo'[Chorus]



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