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Blac Youngsta
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(Who made this shit? TayTay made it)
I love you and you love me
What the fuck we waitin' on?
I'ma keep this shit a hundred all the way out, baby, I swear to God
I just want you to do the same
You a smart individual
I like the fact you listen to me when I talk to you
Know what I'm sayin'?
I pay attention to body language
And your body fine
Pin your hair up, girl, you know what to do (To do)
Lock a nigga down, girl, you know how to do it
Come closer 'cause you feel good, hey
I told you to come over (Come over)
I told you, "Let's go" (Let's go)
I told you, "Hold the door"
And the paper don't stop
Got you thinkin' that you want marriage when we fuck
Oh, girl, you can run and jump in that droptop, yeah
I'm sippin' drank like hot chocolate
All in the sheets, yeah, I just left the block
All these bad bitches, find myself caught up (Caught up)
Ooh, and the money don't stop
Got you thinkin' that you want marriage when we fuck
Oh, girl, you can run and jump in that droptop (Drop)
I fell in love with you from the beginnin'
'Cause you was perfect (Perfect)
I took my flag, I put my blue and red behind my ear (For real)
Showed you respect, I fuck with you, anybody come near (Yeah)
I'ma kill somethin', I put that shit there on my children (Gang)
Yeah, put that shit there on my kids
Put my dick up in her ribs
I'm the only thing she feel (Yeah)
Every time I make her mad (Mad)
I'm the one she wanna kill (Kill)
Every time I make her happy (Yeah)
I'm the reason she wanna live (Live)
I see you goin' through depression
Why you drinkin' all that wine?
Why the fuck you still around?
Why you wastin' all my time?
When I put my hand out
Why you slap my hand down?
Real niggas gon' stand out
Why you think they like my sound?
Shout out all the hood bitches
Ever held a nigga down
Shout out all the good bitches
Don't you change your ways, you fine
Nigga play with me, he dyin'
Nigga play with me, I'm firin'
Nigga shot me up three times
Nigga hit me with that iron
Pin your hair up, girl, you know what to do (To do)
Lock a nigga down, girl, you know how to do it
Come closer 'cause you feel good, hey
I told you to come over (Come over)
I told you, "Let's go" (Let's go)
I told you, "Hold the door"
And the paper don't stop
Got you thinkin' that you want marriage when we fuck
Oh, girl, you can run and jump in that droptop, yeah
I'm sippin' drank like hot chocolate
All in the sheets, yeah, I just left the block
All these bad bitches, find myself caught up (Caught up)
Ooh, and the money don't stop
Got you thinkin' that you want marriage when we fuck
Oh, girl, you can run and jump in that droptop (Drop)