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She Say She Loves Me

E-40

My Ghetto Report Card

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Tekst piosenki
[Hook: repeat 4X] She say she love me, she - she say she love me She - she say she love me but all we do now is fuck and fight [E-40] If I asked you to rob that bank with me, wouldja do it? Wouldja do you time like Martha Stewart? Wouldja bust a nine, wouldja go to bat? Put your life on the line with me, hit the dope track? Oooh - is you down, would you beat a bootch down? If a pimp couldn't swim, would you let a pimp drown? Wouldja, stop naggin me about last night? (Last night) Two wrongs don't make no right (no right) All we do is fuck and fight Kiss and make up and lay up all night Now bend over while I lay this pipe While I beat the coochie to the broad daylight She say she love me (love me) But when I'm in the studio, she be gettin all ugly (Gettin all ugly... she say she love me) But I could give a fuck 'bout it cause I'm 'bout my money Bendin co'ners, ridin jump off Money long, like Mutumbo Got that tweed, pushin peas Frankenstein, 2-2-3's I'm about my money (money) Hangin out the window throwin up the Playboy bunny Ain't never phony I'mma keep it movin mayne cause I'm always hongry Lil' momma what that is, tell me what'cha name What it be, do you need a lil' Q.T.? A lil' quality time, a lil' bumpin and grind A lil' wine and dine, a lil' movie? A lil' money sometime, a lil' Dolce Gabann' A cherry Louis Vuitton, a lil' jewelry? Why you mad, why you always take it out on me? (on me) Why you always showin out in front of company? (company) [Hook] [8 Ball] Mannnnnnnn, ain't never seen one look like you cutie Dammmmmmmn, five foot two with a nice round booty You are just my type, I can see it in yo' eyes And I knew that from day one Stayin up all night just chillin Talkin 'bout what we gonna name my son Twenty-fo' seven hustlin The object is not to be broke again Let me get yo' whole paycheck One time when I couldn't pay the rent Now look at your baby Benz With the lil' TV and the crazy rims Big rocks on your hand Tell your friends big daddy bought them Now, on the other hand Here we go again, talkin 'bout "Where the fuck you been?" Always, at the studio In another time zone tryin to get rich Get you for the Zinfandel Fire up one, let you hit the green Niggas mad, you on my team Cause they know how you move them things Come home, be a momma and a wife and a freak in the bed baby I'm tryin to work Why you gotta call me 100 times like you crazy? Don't play, when the time is right We can get up in the urr and go play Wanna go dere, then stay hurr, and love me e'ryday [Hook] [Bun B] Well there's a stranger in my house, in my bed Fuckin up my life and my bread Playin mind games all in my head Sometimes I swear you worse than the feds You love a nigga, then hate a nigga Then you love me again man this shit's confusin In the streets hittin licks I'm winnin Comin home fuckin with you man I'm losin (I'm losin) I'm built for drama but not this kind (this kind) Let it slide befo' but not this time (this time) This is the business in this here hustlin You can't be fuckin up this grind (this grind) Man you been doin too much campin (campin) Bumpin your gums and yappin (yappin) Interferin in grown folks business And baby girl I just can't let that happen (happen) I've been out here sweatin this blood Fuckin with cutthroats to get this cake (this cake) But I swear, it seems like the mo' I give ya The more you try to take My heart and my back you try to break I ain't crazy I see the signs Try to steal my light and my shine You must be outta yo' fuckin mind (DAMN!) I just wanted to spoil you Well I guess I succeeded But now you just too fuckin conceited If this is love I don't need it You actin like you the pimp and I'm the ho (HELL NO) Man I swear to God if your pussy wasn't the bomb I'da left yo' ass a long time ago BITCH! {*echoes*}
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