50 Cent - Puppy Love Lyrics
50 Cent Lyrics
Puppy Love Lyrics
Call It Puppy Love Curtis & Tisha in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
She was pregnant by me once glad she didn't have it
Cause I be paying child support now god damn it
Tish was my bitch, til she f*cked my god brother
I was heated when I heard, wanted to go upside his head
It was Christmas I just bought the bitch a sheepskin kid
I was sick to my stomach nigga this is real shit
I ain't the sensitive type, I ain't sit around crying
I caught the bitch on the avenue and punched her in the eye
Call it puppy love Curtis and Janelle in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
D's came locked my ass up like a savage
Then came Doobie in the baby carriage
Imagine how it felt summer day pretty blue skies
I gazed mesmerized at her in with green eyes
I'm so into you baby we don't even got touch
That the type shit I say when I really want to f*ck
Cause her cousin Tisha lived by baisley, spark stay in forty
Sold crack before rap so everybody know me
Chase Just down cut his head the motherf*cker owe me
Vick's spinning, Cheek's was the hottest rapper in the hood
I ain't hate, but I the low I didn't think he was good
We wore timberland boots, carhartt suits,
You can tell a nigga paid, when his filas shoes suede
Rock a ceaser or a fade kept a pistol or a blade
Try to flip a 62 like every couple days
I get knocked I come home it's all a part of the game
Catch a snitch, cut a snitch or put one in his frame
It's like every other summer I was back and forth to jail
Telling nanna I'm copping out, so I don't need bail
Just the convesary put the money orders in the mail
Call it puppy love curtis & De-awn in the tree
K-I-s-s-I-n-g
Call it puppy love
Call it puppy love
She came to see me on the alley, wrote me letters all the time
And I responded to the letters so she stayed on my mind
Told myself I'm a grind
As soon as I get out that paper what I'm about
After 4 months home I had the Lan I shine
2 months later I copped the Benz my nine
Stay all cocked even when it hot, TAZ out
TNT on the block, make yourself get knocked
I just love em and leave em, I don't give a f*ck
I mean she didn't give a f*ck, she had a nigga in my truck
Call it puppy love Curtis & Shaniqua in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
She was pregnant by me once glad she didn't have it
Cause I be paying child support now god damn it
Tish was my bitch, til she f*cked my god brother
I was heated when I heard, wanted to go upside his head
It was Christmas I just bought the bitch a sheepskin kid
I was sick to my stomach nigga this is real shit
I ain't the sensitive type, I ain't sit around crying
I caught the bitch on the avenue and punched her in the eye
Call it puppy love Curtis and Janelle in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
D's came locked my ass up like a savage
Then came Doobie in the baby carriage
Imagine how it felt summer day pretty blue skies
I gazed mesmerized at her in with green eyes
I'm so into you baby we don't even got touch
That the type shit I say when I really want to f*ck
Cause her cousin Tisha lived by baisley, spark stay in forty
Sold crack before rap so everybody know me
Chase Just down cut his head the motherf*cker owe me
Vick's spinning, Cheek's was the hottest rapper in the hood
I ain't hate, but I the low I didn't think he was good
We wore timberland boots, carhartt suits,
You can tell a nigga paid, when his filas shoes suede
Rock a ceaser or a fade kept a pistol or a blade
Try to flip a 62 like every couple days
I get knocked I come home it's all a part of the game
Catch a snitch, cut a snitch or put one in his frame
It's like every other summer I was back and forth to jail
Telling nanna I'm copping out, so I don't need bail
Just the convesary put the money orders in the mail
Call it puppy love curtis & De-awn in the tree
K-I-s-s-I-n-g
Call it puppy love
Call it puppy love
She came to see me on the alley, wrote me letters all the time
And I responded to the letters so she stayed on my mind
Told myself I'm a grind
As soon as I get out that paper what I'm about
After 4 months home I had the Lan I shine
2 months later I copped the Benz my nine
Stay all cocked even when it hot, TAZ out
TNT on the block, make yourself get knocked
I just love em and leave em, I don't give a f*ck
I mean she didn't give a f*ck, she had a nigga in my truck
Call it puppy love Curtis & Shaniqua in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Back to: 50 Cent Lyrics