LUV THE CREW ft. Youthlovefreedom, Reggie Sinatra & Romanchikku Lyrics

Cant fuck with these hoes, they all got me sick

Cant fuck with these shawtys they all get me pissed

Pull up with a chopper, pull up with a clip

Swerving the lane, gold paint the rims

Screaming my name, i'm paying her rent

Don't care for the fame, just care about the M's

Niggas want beef, but won't meet with me

If she is my bitch, she a ten out of ten

Smoking that loud i can't make a peep

My neck be so cold and i walk with a heat

Me and your girl just went out to eat

Then i went to her place and i fucked her again

She tryna love me, she a hottie

I fuck with the chopper, bitch i got the molly

Sipping on soda, sipping on some sprite

I'm in a new crib every night

Tell me why, she is dramatic, why you always wanna fight

Nigga be smoking that chronic, nigga be getting so high

She got a whole lot of pride

Be honest

She wanna come with the cigarettes

Who got a problem with me

I got her bending on her knees

I be just guessing

Smoking that best one

Never your ex man

Wont be your next one

Fuck is your question

I gotta measure

Smoking that pleasure

Huh

Serving me pussy, that shit be an entree

Singing, she cumming, she look like Beyonce

Say that she love me, she fuck me the long way

I just be beating that pussy up

Ooooh

She got tommy on her tee

When she top me she gonna leave

She escape me like a dream

Dream

Dream

Is it a want or i need you, if what you say is true

She can't be with me, yeah

And that's why I see right through it

Tied up in a GT, with the top down and i'm cruising

It's so tiring, i can't help it

Bitch wanna fuck with me, and get to the bottom of it

I tell her to do what she please

And she choosing to swallow the D

I got a phone for all of my bitches, i got a tone for all them