Me want fi hear you shout shout shout From you love the lyrics coming out me mouth mouth mouth No doubt we got the street respect And you know say that it never counterfeit yet Hear you shout Dutty then a tell them once again yow! Sly them a tell them

I've got dreams Dreams to remember (I've got dreams) rough dreams (dreams to remember) I know you said he was just a friend These eyes of mine, they don't fool me Why did he hold you so tenderly? I've got dreams, dreams to remember I've got dreams,

But you've got to show me love Words are so easy to say So baby if you want me You've got to show me love Heartbreaks and promises I've had more than my share I'm tired of giving my love And getting nowhere, nowhere It's been so long since I touched a

Blowin' me up, you been wildin' Gotta put my phone on silent Said, my bad We were cool, yeah, we was vibin' So my, my, my bad We was cool, yeah, we was vibin' So my, my, my, my bad Gave you all the signs Gave you all of my time, my love

I want to know, I want to know I've got to know, I've got to know Is it love you're after Or just a good time, tell me, baby Is it love, love, love you're after Or just a good time Some times you get a thing for me and you want my company, yes, you do,

Buckets of rain Buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand You got all the love Honey baby, I can stand I've been meek And hard like an oak I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke

Bottles on bottles, free shots for everybody Got enough for everybody, we crankin' up the volume Turn the music up louder, get loose and move your body Get loose and move your body, we crankin' up the volume Safe sex, and paychecks Don't stop 'til you

Gotta make it home to my baby I bet I'mma make it home to my baby Picture me rollin' tippin' my chaueffer Niggas look jealous, you gotta control it Reachin' my quota, mixin' my soda Feeling connected to God, tryna get closer Steppin' on roshes, me in my

Tell me your lies Because I just can't face it I don't know why She got, she got, she got Her own reasons For talking to me And she don't, she don't, she don't Give a fuck

We got that good love We got that hood love Bad boy, you make me make bad decisions We got that hot love We got that I don't give a what love We got that one life Give me that all night We got that Bonnie & Clyde love They say it’s wrong, but