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And I Love You

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Жанры : rap hip-hop dirty south southern rap hip hop

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[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]

I remember when I met`cha I was only sixteen

Who would ever thought that me and you would get this cream?

We took a lot of trips together, you stayed down

Remember when we start hoppin` on that Greyhound?

She say she like to play hide and seek in the ride

And sure I`ll open up the trunk and hide her inside

She say she think I`m cheatin` wit` a girl named Jane

You ain`t just my babay, bitch, you my everythang

I was broke but you maintained better

As long as me and you together we can get this cheddar

Whatever, her name white Sally

I met her through my homeboy Rico out in Cali

I thank Reagan for the haters when ya got hard

Ya bought me jewels, gator shoes and some big cars

Yeah you took me out the hood gave me good thangs

Now we on a private plane eatin` chicken wangs

[Chorus]

(And I love you) You the reason why I ride good

You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good

(And I love you) You the reason why these hoes choose

You the reason why a nigga sprayed candy on my old school

(And I love you) You the reason why I quarterback

Took a nigga out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac

That`s why I get it how I live boy

`Cause you took me from a young broke nigga to a rich boy

[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]

And I love you babay, mwah, hugs and kisses

Fuck them niggas and fuck them bitches

Been in this game since 1998

Nigga take the safety and shit but I`m great

Maybe it`s fate destiny, you tell me

Damn near ten and that shit been free

But I`m P.T. so I gots to cruise nigga

Really ain`t shit to prove to y`all niggas

All the cars, all the clothes

Wit` all the stars, and all the hoes

First class flights a nigga live in the lights

But see you in the dark, this stuff is kinda hard

See where I park, valet costs a note

Drop another fifty just to check my coat

Probably leave wit` yo` chick, know how I do

It`s Pastor Disaster baby, I love you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Big Boi]

Took me from a gun totin` nigga to a Big Boi

Too legit to slip now I got papers on my shit boi

And not just my weapons I`m talkin` `bout titles and deeds

You payin` rent you can`t afford and can`t break out of ya lease

I`m out of ya league, I might as well be Ivy

All over ya ass like injections in a stripper`s hiney

Rhyming is a skill that requires timing

Like dual ejaculation while my lady`s riding

I`m `bout to cum (I`m `bout to cum) at the same time

You satisfied? (I`m satisfied) that`s how I slang mine

A generation came up under my style

From penetration of the nation when I was just a child

Now, who`s really in the critics talk `bout me

Andre 3000 and three mo` niggas that`s really fie

Let me break it down, I get fly at that mouth

I, stay fresh to the hosiery we `posed to be

Them niggas from the south so

One to the two the three the fo`

Satisfied? (I`m satisfied) Then I`mma hit `cha some mo`

[Chorus]

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