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I ain't on my lovey-dovey
I ain't on my lovey-dovey
Someone who I'ma ride with
On that lovey-dovey, I just need my girlfriend
Someone that's gon' ride with me to the world
On that lovey-dovey, just me and my girlfriend
Get close, he gon' feel my girlfriend
Me and my girlfriend
I love your hot mama, hot mama
We gon' make the block hotter
Me and my girlfriend
I love your hot mama
Me and my girlfriend
We gon' make it hot, mama
I wish I could marry you so you could carry me
Cause right now, I carry you illegally
And these niggas tryna bury me
So the chances I take just to hold you in my arms
The love I show is great
I love your hot mama
We gon' make the block hotter
My first play, I was really out there selling stones
Used to feel alone till I brought my first Crome
Me and my girlfriend
I love your hot mama
Me and my girlfriend
We gon' make it hot, mama
Black, black on black, they mask the toast
Gun on me, I keep it closed
The chopper chopped the top off a Hummer
It look like Amber Rose
Toc Taco Bell got shelves for sale
Adidas, they put shelves on toes
We glove up, we put shells in guns
We pull up, we put hoes in clothes
The Zai, you smell it on my clothes
Car smell like I burnt the boat, that's poison
I got three guns with me
BBD, Belle, Viv, the Vogue
Riding round through PVD
My gun with me, we getting low
I'm wavy in this ocean state
This AR is a fishing pole
This Nina really is a whore
She see a opp, she gotta blow
I pull up, you know how I go
I'm GSD, but I do the woe
Black on black, they mask the toast
Gun on me, I keep it clos
The chopper chopped the top off a Hummer
It look like Amber Rose