Love Love lyrics

Artist  : Sticky Icky 
Song : Love Love



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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



Cuz 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