We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? We got a love thing, I can take ya higher girl Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be She loves me, she loves me not Yeah, she loves me not The fiends

So rough and tough Just crazy about me Don't care about anything but me Yes I just love him cause he's so crazy Ooh I love my ugly boy Yes I love my ugly boy I believe it's magic (magic) Anything you want (you got it) Anything you need (you got it)

Oh, my, don't the sky look spacious With the stars all shinin' down Well, I can hear the night wind howlin' It's a high and lonesome sound And I ain't had a woman in so long I can't feed my starvin soul Come on, saddle up, boys, we're gonna ride into

Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (new socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (skrt, skrt) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (no thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no

Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you The things you do That's cuttin' all into my time with you Are we still good? Are we still good? These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me The things I can't change

Who walked away from you Flip to me, I'm the centerfold I'm gonna charm you Stick to me, I'm the centerfold We're gonna go, oh Don't you wish you could hold The angel in the centerfold The fantasy you couldn't control

Turn up your night I will find you Make them dance Just like you 'Cause you make me move Yeah you always make go I'll run away with your foot steps I'll build a city that dreams for two And if you lose yourself

I loved you dangerously Didn't care if the explosion ruined me You've awoken me, but you're choking me I was so obsessed Gave you all of me, and now honestly, I got nothing left More than the air that I breathe Knew we would crash at the speed that we

'Cause everyday we oughta have pesos This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Gun cock Gun shot, gonna lick a boy Gun clock Gun shot, gone a little boy I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell my nigga split the bitch and we

And it's holding strong It keeps holding on But it's holding on Even though I tried to make it Played the part, but I can't fake it Even though I tried to break it Heaven knows that I can't shake it Though my past has left me bruised