MO3 - Gangsta Love 2 lyrics
[MO3 - Gangsta Love 2 lyrics]
Ill be your g-a-n-g-s-t-a
I told you to come fuck with lil three
You good with me lil mama forreal
I know it's been a long time
You know I been wanting it
So fuck it is you coming (yeah)
I know I been on your mind
Imma keep it g been tryna stick
It in your stomach yeah
What can I say? when you
Think im doing you wrong
(i won't tell nobody) You
Say you never cheated
But im gone keep yo secret but
You got to get freaky
Turn around when I pull it out
She looking back
Im standing up her face down
That thing super fat
I put my finger all in her mouth
She ain't use to that
When I dick you down don't run your mouth
(ayeee yeaahh) take your clothes off
Get naked for me fuck me till you doze off
I hope you ready
And you might want to turn your phone off
Yo nigga petty
Ima fuck you up against the wall
My dick disrespectful! Ima
G-a-n-g-s-t-a show me what it's made of
Real street nigga girl ain't nun
Of this made up
Your sex is contagious head game crazy
I know you got a nigga and I got a ol lady
So show me whats it's made of phone ringing
(conversation) keep it on the low
Don't nobody know now we fucking up the bed
Now we fucking on the floor
I got her super wet she got that super dome
And if that hoe don't want to fuck
Make that bitch take the uber home
Turn a movie on fuck turning a movie on
If yo nigga ever try to come tripping
Know I got that ruger on me
I make that nigga call a shooter
And make that nigga wanna put
A lil shooter on me or that mack 10
Where I beat the bitch back in
Look we fucking up the matress yeaheaaa
Im just tryna get you to myself tonight
Im gone give you d at North
Dallas dick from left to right
Take your clothes off get naked for me
Fuck me till you doze off
Bitch I hope you ready take your clothes off
Get naked for me fuck me till you doze off
Bitch I hope you ready
And you might want to turn your phone off
Yo nigga petty
Ima fuck you up against the wall
My dick disrespectful ima
G-a-n-g-s-t-a show me what it's made of
Real street nigga girl ain't nun
Of this made up
Your sex is contagious head game crazy
I know you got a nigga and I got a ol lady
So show me whats it's made of
I told you to come fuck with lil three
You good with me lil mama forreal
I know it's been a long time
You know I been wanting it
So fuck it is you coming (yeah)
I know I been on your mind
Imma keep it g been tryna stick
It in your stomach yeah
What can I say? when you
Think im doing you wrong
(i won't tell nobody) You
Say you never cheated
But im gone keep yo secret but
You got to get freaky
Turn around when I pull it out
She looking back
Im standing up her face down
That thing super fat
I put my finger all in her mouth
She ain't use to that
When I dick you down don't run your mouth
(ayeee yeaahh) take your clothes off
Get naked for me fuck me till you doze off
I hope you ready
And you might want to turn your phone off
Yo nigga petty
Ima fuck you up against the wall
My dick disrespectful! Ima
G-a-n-g-s-t-a show me what it's made of
Real street nigga girl ain't nun
Of this made up
Your sex is contagious head game crazy
I know you got a nigga and I got a ol lady
So show me whats it's made of phone ringing
(conversation) keep it on the low
Don't nobody know now we fucking up the bed
Now we fucking on the floor
I got her super wet she got that super dome
And if that hoe don't want to fuck
Make that bitch take the uber home
Turn a movie on fuck turning a movie on
If yo nigga ever try to come tripping
Know I got that ruger on me
I make that nigga call a shooter
And make that nigga wanna put
A lil shooter on me or that mack 10
Where I beat the bitch back in
Look we fucking up the matress yeaheaaa
Im just tryna get you to myself tonight
Im gone give you d at North
Dallas dick from left to right
Take your clothes off get naked for me
Fuck me till you doze off
Bitch I hope you ready take your clothes off
Get naked for me fuck me till you doze off
Bitch I hope you ready
And you might want to turn your phone off
Yo nigga petty
Ima fuck you up against the wall
My dick disrespectful ima
G-a-n-g-s-t-a show me what it's made of
Real street nigga girl ain't nun
Of this made up
Your sex is contagious head game crazy
I know you got a nigga and I got a ol lady
So show me whats it's made of