so you know. My love for you will go overload Jus the thought of you makes me explode I just cant wait to get you close so. Ohhhh. Ill be your love shop
i got what ya like, it must be nice to rock that ice, and tell ya best friends that ya livin' the good life, yeah, she love my style, she love my looks
ground *So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge /
lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier ass niggaz, I'm Murder City
that Christmas is near I love streets at night ablaze with light The cities all a glow But there's one thing I love the most How I love those Christmas
ain't a trout spot serving it to a block I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a yam shop, come and order your rocks I wish a motherfucker would
, and made up For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up Flying through the city nights, new flights Blue ice, hundred thousand in a Nike bag, license Drug shop
scoops make the coupe look like Pinocchio I'm rich bitch, I should drop cash The inside of the ?lac look like a wood shop class And these women gimme love
'll be a 'Category F5' Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride Love to the honeys, and everybody that running the north And they whole city
, killers who like to play golf preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off I run the city
a liter of patron for u Ma-ma Chorus: She good for my money,good for my money,she good for my money she good (repeat) We spend around the globe,we rock
estimate motherfuckers calculate, then to straight ass shake Thugs hyperventilate, bounce for me baby, baby, show me, show me love For it's 'bout the love
head and fuckin' face Don't get mad because yo tot your 'k' from the city Lil' ya fa'sho just call me the frank nitty Takin' no pity leavin' yo city
somethin' silly Now tell me what ya wanna do 'cause I'm dumpin' on 'em! bitch! Third verse: {yella boy} I'm loaded got my double shot now It's time to rock shop
stuck like Chuck and we can't get out On the block and I'ma sell them rocks Rock come through and we got to open up shop (Yeah, Koncrete, Eightball like
that will never fade The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, body rockin' A
and the Hilltop, yes, we still rocking it, And I aint going near your bill unless we fucking topping it, I drink till I'm all over the shop like barcodes