Love Not Personal Lyrics

feat. Saba & Vic Spencer

Am then pm then pm then am
We drinking we smoking, we fall out, we laying
We comatose

Punch out the snooze and come mess with the slaying
I'm sippin on rose I'm feeling amazing
She rolling a swisher, I lit while she blazing
Her kitty white castle is what I be craving
I kill it, I film it, I call it what's craving
No pippin, no maskin, no nigga, no savin
Or less to say money like chance big and caleb
She pill like she wailin, I call that bitch raven
Whippin and chainin like this was a slaving
Pound the sheets nigga then I pound the pavement
Good game nigga, wood grain nigga

[Hook]
Don't trust these hoes, they just gonn go when they take off their clothes
Their love ain't personal
They blow you kisses then they go out too close with your bros
Their love ain't personal
Only thing a pimp save is a pocket full of change
Fifth full of henny, not the mary jane
Diamond in my watch, long ass chain
Rolling in the range and these boppers know the name

Every line exaggerated, this like that last couple coole
Doing while I kuge, my shit is over like doomsday
All of y'all half asses, you get half the work like 2 mates
College tours dorm room, she going gore for her room mate
I give her food and liquor, lupe
Just met her ass today
All the shit she tell you fool gayNaledge - Love Not Personal - http://motolyrics.com/naledge/love-not-personal-lyrics.html
She said the same shit to me
The cool she behind it, feeble minded
Smelling like some sea food, from round and be suicide
Before my mommy needs you, brain!

[Hook]
Don't trust these hoes, they just gonn go when they take off their clothes
Their love ain't personal
They blow you kisses then they go out too close with your bros
Their love ain't personal
Only thing a pimp save is a pocket full of change
Fifth full of henny, not the mary jane
Diamond in my watch, long ass chain
Rolling in the range and these boppers know the name

Mccan make me skill, skinny nigga blaming her grill
Big game so daily, but why she preparing her wheel
I got the crowd going, I got owls blowing
I got your broad open, now it's time to go in
I'm talking in her mind, in her purse, in her room, in her pants, in her whip
In her shirt, in her friends, in her account then insacts fill
That was no order, but the flow water
That's how I got her in the first place
Bend her over outside, that's how we celebrate
The earth day, don't take it personal

[Hook]
Don't trust these hoes, they just gonn go when they take off their clothes
Their love ain't personal
They blow you kisses then they go out too close with your bros
Their love ain't personal
Only thing a pimp save is a pocket full of change
Fifth full of henny, not the mary jane
Diamond in my watch, long ass chain
Rolling in the range and these boppers know the name.