
Do you love me ? Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Cici, you made this
Cook him in public, make everybody see it
Type of nigga get money repeat it
Face shot, cook him in public, make everybody see it
Free the gang, type his shit im on, get money then repeat it
Last nigga speaking on the gang, his body got deleted
Body dead, they thought I took a piss, the way I left him leaking
Lot of grieving, type a nigga go to war without a reason
Offer me a season, Ima ball, don't even need a reason
Thought my name was Devin, why I booked him, I don't do no reading
Yes I get a ticket in the whip, these niggas kno I'm speeding
Many want me dead, they ask me why, I tell them I don't know
Brody mad , I asked him why, it's probably cause I fucked his hoe
I'm trying to score, up it and squeeze it till I can't shoot no more
Would I be dead or be alive, shit I've been wanting both
Fuck it, when I up it, it's gon' spray and I'ma catch them both
Once I'm by myself, I be thinking, can never be alone
Once I get my heart broken, fuck it, I put it in a song
Give me a dime for all the people that done did me wrong
I don't wanna talk about my pain if y'all don't care about it
All that ra' ra' on that phone, we gon' see who the loudest
Fuck it, if I up it, it's gon' touch em bullets hit his skin
Yes, I got a stick, not a pencil, it put me in the pen
Promise mama I wouldn't do shit that I done did again
I promise God I wouldn't sin again, then did again
Give me a dime for all the times that you done lied to me
Bitch, I would be rich and that's something even the blind could see
I thought I saw the light, but it was death and it was blinding me
Niggas ain't allowed outside the court unless they finna hoop
If you got plans to do me wrong, then shit, I'm killing you
Little flirting shit I did, I wasn't feeling you
Outside, I'm on the block, what you on cousin
We really outside, man these niggas on the phone thuggin
I just left the block these niggas from, they wasn't on nothing
How I'm posed to strip him out his pockets, he don't know own nothing
Do you love me, Cuddy
Cause I'd risk it all if I trust you, Cuddy
Do you love me, Cuddy
Cause I'd risk it all if I trust you, Cuddy
I'm the type to smoke a opp and write a song about it
We just pressed some niggas from your block and they was not vouching
Fuck it, when I clutch it, better duck cause I'm not missing
Brother told me always to knuckle up when that trigger clicking
Fake shot, cook him in public, make everybody see it
Free the gang, type of shit I'm on, get money, then repeat it
Last niggas speaking on the gang , his body got deleted
Body dead, they thought I took a piss, the way I left him leaking
A lot of grieving, type of nigga go to war without a reason
Offer me a season, I'ma a ball, don't even need a reason
Thought my name was Devin, way I booked him, I don't do no reading
Yes, I get a ticket in the whip, these niggas know I'm speeding
Yes, I get a ticket in a whip, these niggas know I'm speeding
Yes, I get a ticket in a whip, these niggas know I'm speeding