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Eric Louie - McLovin Lyrics



Eric Louie - McLovin Lyrics




I bought a band for summer
That's sticks for a bitch
Watch my mans he a drummer
The shit that I pissed In is big man no Drummond
We f*cked in the bathroom I said that I'm coming
F*ck I look like splitting cash with a dummy
You bad & you bummy, can't get nothing from me
I flex on bitch, then put packs on her stomachs
When I hit from the back she be screaming and running

Big dick, baby that's where the gun is
You twitching, you spazzing, yo ass is a druggie
She off them percs, I can't ask that bitch nothing
He put in work so it actually mean something
He snatching chains like they actually mean something
I guess they want a reaction or something
Then they get mad when they cousin get busted
You don't mean shit you a nut I just busted

She don't mean shit we just f*ckin
I got bitch so you bet not say nothing
Just play yo role & keep suckin & f*ckin
They call me McLovin, & no you can't trust me
I smoke on bag, then get mad cause I buggin
I'm on my shit, not reacting to nothing
My only problem is saving my money
Not taking shit back shit, that don't mean that I'm fronting
Her hands in the back only time that I'm cuffing
This ain't a game lil nigga no bluffin
Who do you owe this, I'm not David Ruffin
I'm fighting temptations each night that's my struggle
You sing Like Queen B on a beat when they cuff you
Disgusting
I know these niggas can't f*ck with me
Humbling, fumbling, rumbling, tumbling
Let that hoe tell like its double tree, troubling yea

I do this shit like it's nothing
Real thick bitch & her thighs keep rubbin
I can give her game, but I can't give her money
I blocked her phone when she told me love me
No kissing & hugging when we get in public
Put steak on her plate & this dick on her stomach
I'm like Chris brown in this bitch cause I run it
I just might drown in this bitch how you cumin
Don't try to put me in none of yo troubles
I'm tryna kick it like I am a punter
Let me eat it & beat it lets rumble
Smoking on Cookie broke down to a crumble
I get the ball I don't know how to fumble
You niggas just mumble
You bitches in trouble
I need thick lil bitch on the double
She drinking on Henny let's make it a double

Her skin lookin light but its heavy
Off the dark that hoe slurp like spaghetti
My shooters gon shoot cause they ready
Turn yo boy head to spaghetti
She off of backpage ready
Now that hoe trap off the telly

I f*cked on yo bitch cause I wanted
I wanna drip in designer
Pussy so good where you find her
Clips to yo head like a line up

Push yo shit in like a tummy tuck
I got the bitches, & I got formula
Man on yo block but them goons never heard of ya
F*ckin her friends cause them hoes said they heard of me

I'll f*ck yo bitch in Giuseppe
I'll f*ck yo bitch if she let me
I f*ck yo bitch when I'm ready
I'll f*ck yo bitch cause I'm petty
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I bought a band for summer
That's sticks for a bitch
Watch my mans he a drummer
The shit that I pissed In is big man no Drummond
We f*cked in the bathroom I said that I'm coming
F*ck I look like splitting cash with a dummy
You bad & you bummy, can't get nothing from me
I flex on bitch, then put packs on her stomachs
When I hit from the back she be screaming and running

Big dick, baby that's where the gun is
You twitching, you spazzing, yo ass is a druggie
She off them percs, I can't ask that bitch nothing
He put in work so it actually mean something
He snatching chains like they actually mean something
I guess they want a reaction or something
Then they get mad when they cousin get busted
You don't mean shit you a nut I just busted

She don't mean shit we just f*ckin
I got bitch so you bet not say nothing
Just play yo role & keep suckin & f*ckin
They call me McLovin, & no you can't trust me
I smoke on bag, then get mad cause I buggin
I'm on my shit, not reacting to nothing
My only problem is saving my money
Not taking shit back shit, that don't mean that I'm fronting
Her hands in the back only time that I'm cuffing
This ain't a game lil nigga no bluffin
Who do you owe this, I'm not David Ruffin
I'm fighting temptations each night that's my struggle
You sing Like Queen B on a beat when they cuff you
Disgusting
I know these niggas can't f*ck with me
Humbling, fumbling, rumbling, tumbling
Let that hoe tell like its double tree, troubling yea

I do this shit like it's nothing
Real thick bitch & her thighs keep rubbin
I can give her game, but I can't give her money
I blocked her phone when she told me love me
No kissing & hugging when we get in public
Put steak on her plate & this dick on her stomach
I'm like Chris brown in this bitch cause I run it
I just might drown in this bitch how you cumin
Don't try to put me in none of yo troubles
I'm tryna kick it like I am a punter
Let me eat it & beat it lets rumble
Smoking on Cookie broke down to a crumble
I get the ball I don't know how to fumble
You niggas just mumble
You bitches in trouble
I need thick lil bitch on the double
She drinking on Henny let's make it a double

Her skin lookin light but its heavy
Off the dark that hoe slurp like spaghetti
My shooters gon shoot cause they ready
Turn yo boy head to spaghetti
She off of backpage ready
Now that hoe trap off the telly

I f*cked on yo bitch cause I wanted
I wanna drip in designer
Pussy so good where you find her
Clips to yo head like a line up

Push yo shit in like a tummy tuck
I got the bitches, & I got formula
Man on yo block but them goons never heard of ya
F*ckin her friends cause them hoes said they heard of me

I'll f*ck yo bitch in Giuseppe
I'll f*ck yo bitch if she let me
I f*ck yo bitch when I'm ready
I'll f*ck yo bitch cause I'm petty
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