Brotha Lynch Hung - My Love Lyrics

Writer(s) : NESHEIM, KINE / , Y
Artist: Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
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Album: Track 7 on EBK4
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(Lynch)
I know, you remember Holiday Inn
Had to hit it from the back drinkin OE and gin
I used to eat ***** up, I can't lie,
that's really real, really real, really real
See I met you through the homies
That homie was like 'cause, won't you jump up in the cutlass
Come and get you some butt
Came through swervin off OE like I always do
Same two straps in the trunk 'cause where you at ain't coo
I was like boo hold up its midnight and I got the eyes tight
Knew it was on just as long as I rub the thighs right
Next thing you know, we disrespecting the couch
Feel the pressure in my nutts
Its about to come out
You was like inside, whoride, I don't give a ****
We can **** until I throw up all the way to sunrise then cut
And that's what happened
It was crackin like an omlet
Got you hittin that bomb ****
And you don't even enhale the chronic
Stupid *** biiatch

(Pook)
I used to love da hoe, I can't lie
***** had me stuck
25 years later the **** so many haters ????
***** you need to grow up
You already know what side I throw up (Westside *****!)
Given our game back to weak *****s to help them *****s blow up
But shiesty ***** you know what
You gon get back , you gon feel it *****
I heard the FBI tried to shut you down said you done been the *****
Said you (???) violent thoughts
And you're a thug wannabe, followin
Doing more than lickin the *****
They smellin a tastin, bitin, swollowin leavin the *****hole hollow
Heard the ***** picked up a forth the Henessey bottle
Now everybody thinkin ***** ****, leavin them whiteboys in Colorado
But **** it, let a hoe be a hoe is my motto
can't let it rest
Gotta get it off my chest just to express my sorrow
I guess your pimp had you impressin ???? stories
Actin the sweet, said **** ya man,
got a plan to get yo *** of the streets
Gave you the fame without the fortune
Get you under the sheets
***** if you always on your back, then you can't get on your feet
I used to love this rap game!

(Shotgun)
I bet you didn't know that she used to be my main hoe
Back in the days
When I was runnin up in houses with socks on my hands tryin to get paid
It was like Courvoisier and Alize
Most couldn't fade, 'cause we buck till we both gain 5 6 times a day
How could I walk away from something that seems it's meant to be
You neva trip with me
When I took charge it was just the pimp in me
You was either quick to flex with it
When *****s and they *****es got fat
But look at us now, you ain't around huh
And never in my mind did I think you turned ***** on me
Skip one day and the next
Plottin licks on me
See yous a phony, I ain't ****in wit you no more
Like Ice Cube said
You da ex-*****, you gotz ta go
You know the motto, so **** a hoe
And puttin the ***** before the hustle that's a no
Because they have you comin up short
Spendin my last dimes, wastin all my time in my life
There's only group of one love and that's the grind biiatch!


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