Esham, TNT - Love lyrics

Yeah, yeah
I know you wit' her and you all in love
What am I supposed to do, congratulate you?
Whatever

How you in love wit her
When every thug hit her
Just met her off a lap
Dance now you babysit her
And get her everything she need
From pills to weed
Bite into the Forbidden Fruit
Like Adam and Eve
I can't believe you all in
When the snake bitch crawlin'
Watch her slither, body glitter
I know you did her
You was wit' her when she shed her skin
She gave you head again to make
Sure the venom sunk in
Poison, she fucked all your boys and
Brought the sex toys in
Vibrators, she said she was a dick hater
She didn't want you to fuck her
Just masturbate her
Now you in love wit' the hoe

You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe

Now this is some sick shit said
I'm smackin' bitches wit my dick head
And yellin' 'All tricks dead'
And if you paid for the
Pussy ain't nothin' wrong
To her you just anotha nigga
Peelin' off ya Sean Johns
This hoe love pullin' down jabodes
Behind closed doors
Niggas ready to bust those
But some niggas be like 'I love you'
We like 'Fuck you dyke, suck a pussy too'
The bitch is raw, I mean yo bitch is raw
Sucked the milkshake straight out the straw
Flippin' up outta her drawers
Like Dominique Dawes
Now you runnin' round tellin'
Niggas she all yours

You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe
You in love wit' that hoe

I love you i love you
I love you i love you
How you love that hoe when
You know what she is
Got 5 baby daddies and 8 different kids
Her last man did a bid for
Some shit that stank bitch did
Now she pregnant wit' your kid
So you wrists you slit
Last week you said you loved her and
You can't get rid of her
This week she gave you crabs
And gave your ass chlamydia
Fuck you Ms jackson, I still don't pity ya
Bitches lie and suck dick after dick
And still some niggas can't cope wit' it
And be like 'I love you, I need you'
Fuck THAT!

'You my girl, you my girl
Fuck whatchu niggas say, man'

Fake ass niggas! You punks
You niggas should have pussies
Instead of dicks! And that's
All you fake niggas!