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Love Love Lyrics - Singles - Sticky Icky

Intro: 

 

This is money ryt here baby, featuring zee-derrty, lets go. 

 

Chorus 

 

This worlds' got wanabees 

But only one can be 

Da true P-I-M-P 

N' dat is him (Brenda) 

Stop flossin' wit ya fake cross 

Go toss it n' get lost (2x) 

 

Love love love love 

I aint about dat 

Love love 

Cops gon' jock dat 

Love love 

U be ol'folks 

N' we'll be a lil'mo... (x2) 

 

Verse 

 

You feel my style 

U wanna join my world 

You feel my lines 

They out to spit rhymes 

It's a mattah of time 

You know this whole battle is mine 

You don't need a sign 

To know am here to shine 

The nigga be kissin' on his bitch 

While his rims be spinnin' sick 

Click-click 

There goes da git 

Scared nigga all ova da place 

Tryna run 

So I give him a blow 

To make him learn 

I gotta give the ho doe 

She carryin' ma son 

She been pimpin wit me 

Since I was four 

So shut the door 

And let the action begin 

She be all ova da floor 

Looking like an attraction. 

 

Hook 

 

Ur screaming in ma ear 

Baby u lifting da atmosphere 

 

Mami go lower 

Den turn ova 

Dis is da nite 

U be sayin am tite 

 

Chorus 

 

Love love love love 

I aint about dat 

Love love 

Cops gon' jock dat 

Love love 

U be ol'folks 

N' we'll be a lil'mo... (2x) 

 

Verse two 

 

I put u of the stage 

I make u look ma age 

I put in a rage, man 

Now am here to spit it 

All the boys out there 

U be tryna win it 

All da ladies like it 

When I spin it 

Some scream JEHOVA 

But am sayin its ova 

'cause when I step in da game 

Everything gon' change 

Every one of y'all rappers 

Gon' look lame 

That ass got me 

Neva wantin' to be desperate 

She told me 2 do it fast 

Cos I was runnin' late 

But fate don't leave me 

I get booty everyday 

And I don't give a cent 

But some of y'all 

Got all ur money spent 

How u gon' pay the rent 

That must b pain 

But put the next beat so 

I can rhyme again. 

 

Mid chorus 

 

His da real pimp 

Wit da Gucci things 

N believe me dats no wig 

Wit da, touch 2 make u scream JEHOVA 

Gosh sum1 help 

His too sweet 

 

Chorus 

 

This worlds' got wanabees 

But only one can be 

Da true P-I-M-P 

N' dat is him (Brenda) 

Stop flossin' wit ya fake cross 

Go toss it n' get lost (2x) 

 

Love love love love 

I aint about dat 

Love love 

Cops gon' jock dat 

Love love 

U be ol'folks 

N' we'll be a lil'mo... (2x) 

 

U be ol'folks 

N' we'll be a lil'mo.... 

 

Rest in peace E.sir