Luv

Aye I want it all now, not later Legs hurting, cause I'm chasing this paper 2 zips, broke down, dishin' to your neighbor Friend or acquaintance, know it take long No, I never lost patience Never lose patience I'm in this game, I'm feeling like an immigrant asian I know what's mine, and I know what's for the taking She throw her hair up, bitch champagne crazy My teeth gold, know that I could never fold up Pussy boy talk sweet, bitch a Fruit Roll-Up Your bitch try and talk to me No, she got no luck Know that I don't want to fuck Let alone touch My heart beat hard Heart pain from the cold That's that "pour my heart out" And you know I get no love Heart on my sleeve Know that I forever show love I couldn't care less if these fuckers don't show love (These fuckers don't show love) (Man, these fuckers don't show love) (These fuckers don't show love) (These fuckers don't show love) Man, I wash these pills down with an ice cold Coke Snow season, got an ice cold nose Gray and black, my fur-mink coat Vanilla cream wrap, 2gs in the Zoap I don't explain shit, cause they don't want to know I do my own ting, man, I'm dancing in the smoke I'm dancing in the smoke, too I don't fuck with bots C-3PO, R2 Know that I'm-a shoot Like I'm holdin' down R2 Hold the scene down Know I hold it down for you, too I'm-a do it "With or Without You", like U2 Seen what these meant Come, I'm sittin' with my face in my hands Like "not you, too" Man, I hate it Money, I chase it Do what I do Man, I'm sorry I'm lazy I just hope if I try, they don't hate me (Hate me, hate me) Drive by hazy, in this black Mercedes (Hate me, hate me) (Hate me, hate me) (Hate me, hate me) (Hate me, hate me) (Hate me, hate me) Aye I want it all now, not later Legs hurting, cause I'm chasing this paper 2 zips, broke down, dishin' to your neighbor Friend or acquaintance, know it take long No, I never lost patience Never lose patience I'm in this game, I'm feeling like an immigrant asian I know what's mine, and I know what's for the taking She throw her hair up, bitch champagne crazy My teeth gold, know that I could never fold up Pussy boy talk sweet, bitch a Fruit Roll-Up Your bitch try and talk to me No, she got no luck Know that I don't want to fuck Let alone touch My heart beat hard Heart pain from the cold That's that "pour my heart out" And you know I get no love Heart on my sleeve Know that I forever show love I couldn't care less if these fuckers don't show love (These fuckers don't show love) (These fuckers don't show love) (These fuckers don't show love) (Man, these fuckers don't show love)