- Votes:
- Composers:
- Pietro Rossini
- Luca Cittadini
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- rap
- sacramento
- west coast rap
 
- See also:
Brotha Lynch Hung - My Love lyrics
f/ Pook, Shotgun
 (Lynch)
 I know, you remember Holiday Inn
 Had to hit it from the back drinkin OE and gin
 I used to eat pussy up, I can't lie, 
 that's really real, really real, really real
 See I met you through the homies
 That homie was like cuz, wont 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 cuz where you at aint 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 fuck
 We can fuck untill I throw up all the way to sunrise then cut
 And thats what happened
 It was crackin like an omlet
 Got you hittin that bomb shit
 And you don't even enhale the chronic
 Stupid ass biiatch
 (Pook)
 I used to love da hoe, I can't lie
 Bitch had me stuck
 25 years later the fuck so many haters ????
 Bitch you need to grow up
 You already know what side I throw up (Westside bitch!)
 Given our game back to weak niggas to help them niggas blow up
 But shiesty bitch you know what
 You gon get back , you gon feel it nigga
 I heard the FBI tried to shut you down said you done been the nigga
 Said you (???) violent thoughts
 And youre a thug wannabe, followin
 Doing more than lickin the pussyBrotha Lynch Hung - My Love - http://motolyrics.com/brotha-lynch-hung/my-love-lyrics.html
 They smellin a tastin, bitin, swollowin leavin the pussyhole hollow
 Heard the pussy picked up a forth the Henessey bottle
 Now everybody thinkin nigga fuck, leavin them whiteboys in Colorado
 But fuck it, let a hoe be a hoe is my motto
 Cant 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 fuck ya man, 
 got a plan to get yo ass of the streets
 Gave you the fame without the fortune
 Get you under the sheets
 Bitch 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, cuz 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 niggas and they bitches got fat
 But look at us now, you aint around huh
 And never in my mind did I think you turned bitch on me
 Skip one day and the next
 Plottin licks on me
 See yous a phony, I aint fuckin wit you no more
 Like Ice Cube said
 You da ex-bitch, you gotz ta go
 You know the motto, so fuck a hoe
 And puttin the bitch before the hustle thats 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 thats the grind biiatch!














