f*ck Love lyrics

by

1TakeJay



[Verse 1: 1TakeJay]
f*ck love, keep a bad b*tch just to ride it
Valentines Day, I'm on a date with my diamonds
Your b*tch tryna give me lips, I don't doubt it
Remember I was looking for that bag, I just found it
Money talk n*gga, so let's see who get the loudest
No fight, pack this b*tch out, show's crowded
If she throw it at me, like a hashtag, I'm pounding
Everytime I hit a new b*tch, she announce it
Don't ask for my name, 'cause I know you can't pronounce it
Stupid, we in the club standing on couches
Closet full of clothes, cost at least 2 houses
n*ggas want my chain, but I ain't leaving here without it
Who the f*ck is you, n*gga? [?] new n*ggas
Christian Louboutins, I feel blessed, hachew, n*gga
She don't bang Crip, but she still came and blew n*ggas
Red bottoms on, but my pocket full of blue, n*gga
n*gga you a hater like your daddy, I salute n*ggas
I don't give a f*ck about your word, I need proof, n*gga
You a bumm, bairly hanging on, loose tooth, n*gga
Balling like I'm from the NBA, but I don't hoop, n*gga
Bamboo earings, your b*tch wear hoops, n*gga
My b*tch [?] like a pare of Kanye's shoes is
Throwing so much money, all the strippers getting broozes
If she don't suck di*k, then her new name is useless
Treat her like a fresh pare of Tims, she got booted
Specially if she a broke b*tch with no booty
That sh*t really contagious, I ain't tryna get the cooties
Charge me with battery, these beats, I'm abusing
[Verse 2: Kalan.FrFr]
Ain't sh*t talking
All these diamonds got your b*tch talking
Cancel that ho Uber, got your b*tch walking
Like a felony, I can't get your b*tch off me
All these b*tches on my nuts [?]
di*k got your b*tch [?] I can't get her off me
Oo she hella saucey, put her on my fettichini
It was hella easy, let them run a chew chew, them b*tches hella easy
Matt Harty, Jeff Hardy, tag my n*gga in
Had to get it in, all about them Benjamans
We got loud, we got white, f*ck your hooka pin
We got CPS, hellcats, change [?]
Got the MSR at Nemons, I'm just [?]
Whole fit cost your rent, I ain't [?]
Pour red in my drink, while I was eating lunch
Ate that pus*y before 12, I was just having brunch
He keep bringing up his b*tch, I know she wanna f*ck
Loose lips sink your ship, that n*gga Daffy Duck
Loose clips spin your block, had to hit him up
Put his picture on the [?] had to print him up
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