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LOVE SONG (feat. Don444x) Video (MV)




Performed By: Kferg500
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Keagen Ferguson
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Kferg500 - LOVE SONG (feat. Don444x) Lyrics
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The way she be on my dick, I'm so surprised your hoe ain't here
All the lil' girl want is love, so she call me when you ain't there
She get mad I be so high, but she be drunk, so I don't care
We on Rodeo Drive, she ain't see shit, til I took her there
Niggas mad I'm really having, shut the f*ck up, boy, don't look
Can't wait till bro come home, it's been too long they gave him the book
He stole my style, then he f*cked it up, he a bad crook
He went out sad on some sad shit, and that's a bad look, yeah
Everything I do exclusive, over P, I bought her Pucci
No cap really got influence, what I do, they tryna do it
Slimed him before he seen me coming, he ain't know how I was moving
Count, stack, repeat, till I get rich, that's how I'ma do it, yeah
She don't got no brain, but I don't got no sympathy
Every fye, got some shit on it, like we infantry
Every whip, damn near turbocharged, you can't sit with me
Bitch, wanna have my son, she geeked, you can't have kids with me
The way she be on my dick, I'm so surprised your hoe ain't here
All the lil' girl want is love, so she call me when you ain't there
She get mad I be so high, but she be drunk, so I don't care
We on Rodeo Drive, she ain't see shit, til I took her there
Niggas mad I'm really having, shut the f*ck up, boy, don't look
Can't wait till bro come home, it's been too long they gave him the book
He stole my style, then he f*cked it up, he a bad crook
He went out sad on some sad shit, and that's a bad look, yeah
When I come around, better hide your bitch, you know we come to take
Can't be mad at me when she choosin', she a groupie, she a snake
If you really my brother, for real, about no bitch a bond won't break
She get cracked just like a seal, this bitch ain't Wok, this bitch like Qua
I'm the type of nigga I don't wanna f*ck your bitch, I bust that bank
She got bodies on her belt, she settled down to clean that slate
Got designer on my belt, she sit on it, her ass on pape
Gonna pop her X, I'm chillin', vibin' out, I'm feelin' great
Hell nah, I ain't poppin' out, especially for no reason
I just put a play in motion, white boy say he need it
Niggas ain't really have motion, seeking fronts you fiending
Niggas gon' try to pull you down when you on your way to Venus
Bitch, get off my dick, I'm vibin' out f*ck all that screamin
Finna blow my high, yeah
Finna blow my high, bitch, shut the f*ck up, go and sneak dis
Know that you gon' rock, rock, rock, rock
The way she be on my dick, I'm so surprised your hoe ain't here
All the lil' girl want is love, so she call me when you ain't there
She get mad I be so high, but she be drunk, so I don't care
We on Rodeo Drive, she ain't see shit, til I took her there
Niggas mad I'm really having, shut the f*ck up, boy, don't look
Can't wait till bro come home, it's been too long they gave him the book
He stole my style, then he f*cked it up, he a bad crook
He went out sad on some sad shit, and that's a bad look, yeah
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English

The way she be on my dick, I'm so surprised your hoe ain't here
All the lil' girl want is love, so she call me when you ain't there
She get mad I be so high, but she be drunk, so I don't care
We on Rodeo Drive, she ain't see shit, til I took her there
Niggas mad I'm really having, shut the f*ck up, boy, don't look
Can't wait till bro come home, it's been too long they gave him the book
He stole my style, then he f*cked it up, he a bad crook
He went out sad on some sad shit, and that's a bad look, yeah
Everything I do exclusive, over P, I bought her Pucci
No cap really got influence, what I do, they tryna do it
Slimed him before he seen me coming, he ain't know how I was moving
Count, stack, repeat, till I get rich, that's how I'ma do it, yeah
She don't got no brain, but I don't got no sympathy
Every fye, got some shit on it, like we infantry
Every whip, damn near turbocharged, you can't sit with me
Bitch, wanna have my son, she geeked, you can't have kids with me
The way she be on my dick, I'm so surprised your hoe ain't here
All the lil' girl want is love, so she call me when you ain't there
She get mad I be so high, but she be drunk, so I don't care
We on Rodeo Drive, she ain't see shit, til I took her there
Niggas mad I'm really having, shut the f*ck up, boy, don't look
Can't wait till bro come home, it's been too long they gave him the book
He stole my style, then he f*cked it up, he a bad crook
He went out sad on some sad shit, and that's a bad look, yeah
When I come around, better hide your bitch, you know we come to take
Can't be mad at me when she choosin', she a groupie, she a snake
If you really my brother, for real, about no bitch a bond won't break
She get cracked just like a seal, this bitch ain't Wok, this bitch like Qua
I'm the type of nigga I don't wanna f*ck your bitch, I bust that bank
She got bodies on her belt, she settled down to clean that slate
Got designer on my belt, she sit on it, her ass on pape
Gonna pop her X, I'm chillin', vibin' out, I'm feelin' great
Hell nah, I ain't poppin' out, especially for no reason
I just put a play in motion, white boy say he need it
Niggas ain't really have motion, seeking fronts you fiending
Niggas gon' try to pull you down when you on your way to Venus
Bitch, get off my dick, I'm vibin' out f*ck all that screamin
Finna blow my high, yeah
Finna blow my high, bitch, shut the f*ck up, go and sneak dis
Know that you gon' rock, rock, rock, rock
The way she be on my dick, I'm so surprised your hoe ain't here
All the lil' girl want is love, so she call me when you ain't there
She get mad I be so high, but she be drunk, so I don't care
We on Rodeo Drive, she ain't see shit, til I took her there
Niggas mad I'm really having, shut the f*ck up, boy, don't look
Can't wait till bro come home, it's been too long they gave him the book
He stole my style, then he f*cked it up, he a bad crook
He went out sad on some sad shit, and that's a bad look, yeah
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Writer: Keagen Ferguson
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