Brotha Lynch Hung - My Love lyrics

(Lynch) I know, you remember Holiday Inn Had to hit it from the back drinkin OE and gin I used to eat p**y 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, won't you jump up in the cutla** Come and get you some bu*t Came through swervin off OE like I always do Same two straps in the trunk cuz where you at ain't 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 f** We can f** 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 sh** And you don't even enhale the chronic Stupid a** biiatch (Pook) I used to love da ho, I can't lie b**h had me stuck 25 years later the f** so many haters Now the p**y tore up b**h you need to grow up You already know what side I throw up (Westside b**h!) Given our game back to weak n***as to help them n***as blow up But shiesty b**h you know what You gon get back , you gon feel it n***a I heard the FBI tried to shut you down said you done been the n***a Said you Promoting violent thoughts And youre a thug wannabe, followin Doing more than lickin the p**y They smellin a tastin, bitin, swollowin leavin the p**yhole hollow Heard the p**y picked up a forth the Henessey bottle Now everybody thinkin They can f**, Even them whiteboys in Colorado But f** it, let a ho be a ho is my motto Can't let it rest Gotta get it off my chest just to express my sorrow I guess your pimp had you impressin who*e stories Actin the sweet, said f** ya man Got a plan to get yo a** of the streets Gave you the fame without the fortune Get you under the sheets b**h 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 ho 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 f** 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 n***as and they b**hes got fat But look at us now, you ain't around huh And never in my mind did I think you turned b**h on me Skip one day and the next Plottin licks on me See yous a phony, I ain't f**in wit you no more Like Ice Cube said You da ex-b**h, you gotz ta go You know the motto, so f** a ho And puttin the b**h 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!