How much better can I show my love for you Than say I do, I do, I do
Uh, yeah I'm just tryna show some love
Tryna show my lil' shawty that she really only one
Uh-huh I'm just tryna show some love
Tryna show my lil' shawty that she really only one
But I guess I'm the f*ck up Man, I just really need a hug
Man, it's hard to find some love Man, it got me really wonderin
What is my luck? Truth be told, I shouldn't even give a f*ck
Should I tip this bitch a dub, Tryna find out she a slut
Why do that? Yeah, why do that
I'm way too f*cked up off that purple shit, I can't write back
I keep on lyin', I keep on lyin' on myself
I can't be too mad, cause I got all designer on my shelf
But what I'm really tryna say, I got this bread all by myself
I work that Gen-5 good, I aim and shoot it like it is myself
But I don't wanna go to hell, shit, if there really is one
Man, I pray to God he keep on blessin' me, he doin' his big one
If Von get to tweakin', just know I'm tweakin' right with him
I swear to God, man, that's my brother, I'll shoot right up with him
Our past is way too traumatic, get to tweakin' bout it
Currently, my brother faces charges, don't know shit about it
Broken home, broken home, we don't talk much
Callin' different family members, but they don't pick up
Choosin' homies over blood, ain't that f*cked up
I don't care about no blood, it's about who choose us
Man, that's real, though, what's the deal, though
I'ma pull out the strap, get to wacking shit, nigga, no dildo,
I lost a couple homies after I didn't put them in a song
No one can take accountability, I guess nobody wrong
But everybody is against me, I guess I'm wrong
I'm heavily up in my head, man, all I do is rome
Walk it off, take it off, baby, take it off
No, no, not too comfortable, after this, you gotta go
Like don't you do it, don't you hit my phone, don't you blow my phone up
DND is what I stay in, so don't disturb
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be in a cell, yeah
Shit, who really knows, I probably would be dead, yeah
Truth be told, I'll sell my soul to get my mama rich
Man, don't you ask about my father, man, he is a bitch
But they like, Dre, that is your father, man, you can't convince
All the pain he brought my mama, man, it can't be fixed
No, at all
Can I show my love for you
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How much better can I show my love for you Than say I do, I do, I do
Uh, yeah I'm just tryna show some love
Tryna show my lil' shawty that she really only one
Uh-huh I'm just tryna show some love
Tryna show my lil' shawty that she really only one
But I guess I'm the f*ck up Man, I just really need a hug
Man, it's hard to find some love Man, it got me really wonderin
What is my luck? Truth be told, I shouldn't even give a f*ck
Should I tip this bitch a dub, Tryna find out she a slut
Why do that? Yeah, why do that
I'm way too f*cked up off that purple shit, I can't write back
I keep on lyin', I keep on lyin' on myself
I can't be too mad, cause I got all designer on my shelf
But what I'm really tryna say, I got this bread all by myself
I work that Gen-5 good, I aim and shoot it like it is myself
But I don't wanna go to hell, shit, if there really is one
Man, I pray to God he keep on blessin' me, he doin' his big one
If Von get to tweakin', just know I'm tweakin' right with him
I swear to God, man, that's my brother, I'll shoot right up with him
Our past is way too traumatic, get to tweakin' bout it
Currently, my brother faces charges, don't know shit about it
Broken home, broken home, we don't talk much
Callin' different family members, but they don't pick up
Choosin' homies over blood, ain't that f*cked up
I don't care about no blood, it's about who choose us
Man, that's real, though, what's the deal, though
I'ma pull out the strap, get to wacking shit, nigga, no dildo,
I lost a couple homies after I didn't put them in a song
No one can take accountability, I guess nobody wrong
But everybody is against me, I guess I'm wrong
I'm heavily up in my head, man, all I do is rome
Walk it off, take it off, baby, take it off
No, no, not too comfortable, after this, you gotta go
Like don't you do it, don't you hit my phone, don't you blow my phone up
DND is what I stay in, so don't disturb
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be in a cell, yeah
Shit, who really knows, I probably would be dead, yeah
Truth be told, I'll sell my soul to get my mama rich
Man, don't you ask about my father, man, he is a bitch
But they like, Dre, that is your father, man, you can't convince
All the pain he brought my mama, man, it can't be fixed
No, at all
Can I show my love for you
Uh, yeah I'm just tryna show some love
Tryna show my lil' shawty that she really only one
Uh-huh I'm just tryna show some love
Tryna show my lil' shawty that she really only one
But I guess I'm the f*ck up Man, I just really need a hug
Man, it's hard to find some love Man, it got me really wonderin
What is my luck? Truth be told, I shouldn't even give a f*ck
Should I tip this bitch a dub, Tryna find out she a slut
Why do that? Yeah, why do that
I'm way too f*cked up off that purple shit, I can't write back
I keep on lyin', I keep on lyin' on myself
I can't be too mad, cause I got all designer on my shelf
But what I'm really tryna say, I got this bread all by myself
I work that Gen-5 good, I aim and shoot it like it is myself
But I don't wanna go to hell, shit, if there really is one
Man, I pray to God he keep on blessin' me, he doin' his big one
If Von get to tweakin', just know I'm tweakin' right with him
I swear to God, man, that's my brother, I'll shoot right up with him
Our past is way too traumatic, get to tweakin' bout it
Currently, my brother faces charges, don't know shit about it
Broken home, broken home, we don't talk much
Callin' different family members, but they don't pick up
Choosin' homies over blood, ain't that f*cked up
I don't care about no blood, it's about who choose us
Man, that's real, though, what's the deal, though
I'ma pull out the strap, get to wacking shit, nigga, no dildo,
I lost a couple homies after I didn't put them in a song
No one can take accountability, I guess nobody wrong
But everybody is against me, I guess I'm wrong
I'm heavily up in my head, man, all I do is rome
Walk it off, take it off, baby, take it off
No, no, not too comfortable, after this, you gotta go
Like don't you do it, don't you hit my phone, don't you blow my phone up
DND is what I stay in, so don't disturb
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be in a cell, yeah
Shit, who really knows, I probably would be dead, yeah
Truth be told, I'll sell my soul to get my mama rich
Man, don't you ask about my father, man, he is a bitch
But they like, Dre, that is your father, man, you can't convince
All the pain he brought my mama, man, it can't be fixed
No, at all
Can I show my love for you
Writer: Andre Cole
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid