Rick Ross - Street Love lyrics

[Intro: T-Low] Yeah Suave House, street love T-Low (Hold up) C'mon Let's take it to the streets [Interlude 1: T-Low] All those beamers & Lexus, Jeeps With the 12's in the trunk to make you beat All my country playboys be going deep All my country play girls are the stone freaks [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I came up in the gutter, ski masks and gloves Running up on different cars, flashing the d** Chasing the paper, never after the love After I crush perhaps I blush Blasting the truck You step in the mansion, you asking to f** This is Suave House baby we ain't pa**ing the cuts Blasting the cuts, ga**ing her up She look like her man be lacking to touch [Verse 2: NEXT] She can say I'm simple, I don't ask a lot Catch me in the drop when it's hot, smoking pot going out and I be like what When it comes to the ladies, you might call me crazy I like a whole lot of street and a whole lot of freak A love that can represent me [Hook: T-Low] I'm talking bout street love Making love in the back of the truck Or on the hood if it's sunny enough Don't care if anybody see us I'm talking bout street love Life of a woman in love with a thug Poppin bottles of Cris at the club A little drama but she's the one [Verse 3: NEXT] I got a quarter piece With pretty heat that never brings [?] freak A little bit of hood like me s**y Ain't afraid to tip Hennessy with me, ooh I used to wile out, she makes me smile now Love of my life no doubt She's something I can tell mom about She's just.. [Hook: T-Low] [Interlude 2: T-Low] Breakin' out extensions while we drenching In the rain I'm hidden on park benches Love love, (love love) Love love, (love love) I'm talking bout at you job while your on your lunch break In the car cuz I can't wait (can't wait), love love [Verse 4: Rick Ross] Tef still rockin' the ballys Go shopping in Cali Coppin the Nally Dodging the rallies I'm gettin it right, neck, swimming in ice Your net worth buddy, I bet on the dice Best in the light, it's simple and plain Meet the coolest b**h in the game Who's [?] the same Yeah I might be the groupie Came from the wife beater to the cool G, that's me For slim I put rims on the peach Porsche A place, fish tank two brims and a sea horse Nice guy's what she thought Til she saw my face bearing the reward, [?] Pa**ports to Honduras ain't nothin to it Flashing [?] the newest you pickin' the wild tulips Still focus on the money Still smoking on the gummy Making sure we're not the next [?] & Ronnie [Hook: T-Low] [Outro: T-Low (NEXT)] All my [?] beamers & Lexus, Jeeps (street street love, (street street love) With the 12's in the trunk to make you beat (street street love, (street street love) All my players out there who go deep (street street love, (street street love) All my ladies out there who are stone freaks (street street love) Suave House, you hear me Uh oh