Love Me (feat. 2Rare)

I want that bitch to be in Florida

I gotta make that bitch go right in Florida (they want this C2 motherfucking off)

I never miss all of them bad shit,

You know you miss my way, I love you doing bad

I see that stress on your face, you lost your ass

You hurtin' real life by having you on the ground

You wish he was me

Baby I'm that niggie, you know that's why you love me

Fuckin' on your **** but you probably thinkin' of me

Lovin' on your **** feelin' like you kissed and hugged me

You know you love me

When you ain't around you hit my line and try to fuck me

You miss how I hit him ever when you used to bug me

I learned from the trenches, baby girl, how can you judge me?

I remember those times I can't be beginin' about it

Treat me like your king, baby I'm not just anybody

The way you movin' it looks like you fuck on anybody

You gotta be color red, you can't go to any party

You wish he was me, but he ain't got no drip

He never sleepin' here, nobody, we ain't cut like them

He ain't made you come three times a minute, 'cause I don't fuck like him

He ain't who he say he is, he know we know what's up out there

I know he ain't bought you a bad year

Fuckin' with him, know you're my man

You stuck on your get back, that's your prayer

You know you love me

You know you wanna come back to me

I never miss all of them bad shit

You know you miss my way, I love you doing bad

I see that stress on your face, you lost your ass, yeah

You heard it real life, but I been on the ground, huh

He wish he was me

Baby I'm that ****, you know that's why you love me

Fuckin' on your ****, but you probably thinkin' of me

Lovin' on your ****, feelin' like you kissed and hugged me

You know you love me

When he ain't around you hit my line and try to fuck me

You miss how I hit him, remember when you used to bug me

I learned from the trenches, baby girl, how can you judge me?

She drunk off a killer, off a shot, tryna kill him

He with three different bitches, different colors, like skittles

You forced to do him like school, tryna early dismiss him

I'm anlla, so I drill him, mixed with Ghana, I'm that ****

How can you judge me?

This the eighth time you came in, got it like I sold

You can leave, no mean like a bottle for with coffee

You my Zolida, baby boy that **** acting like he Jody

He treats you like a slave, like you Kunta or Utobi

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Couldn't be my best, you not my type

The way I beat it up, you know it could be a crime

You know that I'm a true toy, thousand eyes

You know, no, no, uh huh

We do shit up, I done viz off, no, uh huh

You know that I'm a dream, she baby

But this music can save me

When you with that ****, know you always thinkin' of me