I Love lyrics

[Intro: Sumo]

Turn Up, Turn Up, Turn Up
Turn Up, Turn Up, Turn Up

[Mini-Hook: Sumo]

I like smokin', f*ckin', doin' drugs
That's that sh*t I love
I love money, f*ckin' hoes and Iove b*tches that turn up
Keep a band up in my pants and a bad b*tch gone blow my blunt
And these hoes, they don't know, but I just f*ck I do not cuff, 'cause
I like smoke, I like smoke
I like f*ck, b*tch I like f*ck
These b*tches be bustin' at me, I don't do no cuff, nahh
They want me to love them, but no b*tch I love my money, yeahhh
These b*tches be slicker they ain't gonna get nothin' from, nahh

[Verse 2: Sumo]

I got bands, I got bands
I smoke dope by the pound, by the gram
Slide on the couch with a couple of her friends
Stop in the car, she unzip my pants
Bust a nut, skeet off, then I'm out that jam
Go for the squad, she gonna do my man
Stay strapped with the tommy like pam
You gonna get yo' ass (?) if you ain't one of my fans
Can't feel my face, Imma be smoking a blunt all day, Imma smoke a blunt to the face if it no fake
There is gonna be no (?)-----
And i gotta get this cake, if money ever come late
Imma make her feel okay, imma re-arrange the frame
Drop'er body off in a lake and take this b*tch back to my place
I don't f*ck with no lames, and these hoes lame
n*ggas act stupid, look I love acts its a shame
Lotta n*ggas they changed, n*ggas are the same
b*tches gonna go because I'm honcho gang with the money and the fame, cars and the hoes, and I'm a real n*gga and I want yo' b*tch, got 30 in the clip, make a n*gga flip, head shot (?) shot, for a n*gga talking sh*t
[Hook: Sumo]
I like smokin', f*ckin', doin' drugs
That's that sh*t I love
I love money, f*ckin' hoes and I Iove b*tches that turn up
Keep a band up in my pants and a bad b*tch gone blow my blunt
And these hoes, they don't know, but I just f*ck I do not cuff, 'cause
I like smoking f*cking, doing drugs, thats that sh*t I love
I love money, f*ckin' hoes and Iove b*tches that turn up
Keep a band up in my pants and a bad b*tch gone blow my blunt
And these hoes, they don't know, but I just f*ck I do not cuff, 'cause
I like smoke, I like smoke
I like f*ck, b*tch I like f*ck
These b*tches be bustin' at me, I don't do no cuff, nahh
They want me to love them, but no b*tch I love my money, yeahhh
These b*tches be slicker they ain't gonna get nothin' from, nahh

[Verse 3: CdotHoncho]

Right now Im smoking on dope
And I do little drugs, but I don't f*ck with no coke
Up a band playing b*tch to my hoe
She ain't really trynna go, that b*tch gotta go
b*tch I'm Honcho countin' honcho's
Pouring froze in the quest cool in the condo
I like weapons and hella ammo
When it's time to go to war b*tch I turn to rambo
I like smoking and f*ckin, and drugs
And coolin' with hoes
f*ckin' then off of them drugs
I be f*ckin' you given her love
She suckin' my di*k, and you kissin' her tongue
I love proda's and foreign's and sh*t
And lickin' with hoes who ain't boring and sh*t
Chasing these 50's and hundreds and sh*t
I ain't chasing no hoes, I'd get tired as sh*t
Pull on a block, they all on my di*k
Your licks and checks, I spent all on my wrist
Your main b*tch she can't get off of my di*k
And I give that b*tch nothing but all of my kids
I smoke lots of loud, and y'all smoke lots of miss
Smoke all that sh*t and I'll sleep like a kid
Hammers stay on me, watch out for them things
And you touch what I love and I'm splitting your wig
[Hook: Sumo]
I like smokin', f*ckin', doin' drugs
That's that sh*t I love
I love money, f*ckin' hoes and I Iove b*tches that turn up
Keep a band up in my pants and a bad b*tch gone blow my blunt
And these hoes, they don't know, but I just f*ck I do not cuff, 'cause
I like smoking f*cking, doing drugs, thats that sh*t I love
I love money, f*ckin' hoes and Iove b*tches that turn up
Keep a band up in my pants and a bad b*tch gone blow my blunt
And these hoes, they don't know, but I just f*ck I do not cuff, 'cause
I like smoke, I like smoke
I like f*ck, b*tch I like f*ck
These b*tches be bustin' at me, I don't do no cuff, nahh
They want me to love them, but no b*tch I love my money, yeahhh
These b*tches be slicker they ain't gonna get nothin' from, nahh


Lyrics by: @mrigsbee2000