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Sticky Icky – Love Love lyrics
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 it's 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
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 it's 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
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