Luv Me

OGS got the juice I feel like Pac with the deuce You gone love me Who gone love me Who gone love me Who gone love me Ehh love Streets don't love you like the say they really want your juice Mama tried to tell me but she raised another fool You said we was gang but then you switched I cut you loose I cut you loose loose Streets don't love you like the say they really want your juice Mama tried to tell me but she raised another fool You said we was gang but then you switched I cut you loose I cut you loose ey, loose ey I need a rich bitch Yellow black Beatrix Kill Bill scenic shit Louis Bag who it is That boy hit another lick Dreaming bout a vision where we came up off another O.P.P like that's my brother If he hit a stain with me I know the code like don't you play with me But you ain't stay with me I had nightmares where they sprayed and put the case on me I roll two straight to the face cause that shit really prey on me I know ain't nobody pray for me but that's okay with me I got new light What it look like No smoke No sprite Brazy right right Lazy for like So long an outlet with no plug in yo Let's go Streets don't love you like the say they really want your juice Mama tried to tell me but she raised another fool You said we was gang but then you switched I cut you loose I cut you loose How you buck you ain't got no bucks You ran outta luck Boy you suck I just cut you off I just had enough cold cut Yeah you know wassup Baby boy that's tough So what I be throwing fits They be telling me to grow up Say I fell off but they paying me to show up I'm not daisy but he begging me to push up Boy you lazy you ain't got no money shut up You can't play me this ain't fisher price don't kid yourself My enemy I know you got no love I be giving you my energy but how that's not enough I be spending all my cash on you I know you saving up You the same nigga wanna claim that I don't give no fuck I can't blame niggas they ain't really never met the one I can't save niggas you can call me we can have some fun But after that you can trip I'm not your apple cinnamon Get back fuck you take a nap and then I gotta run