P-Square - I Love You Baby lyrics
[P-Square - I Love You Baby lyrics]
I met her Uptown on Dyckman, aight then
Talkin that
How she only dealt with businessmen
Niggas baggin joints
Money off and on the books
The ones who stand firm like ain't
Nuttin shook
About them, I doubt them cats waitin for me
You know them niggas
Them big dudes across the street
She say, "yeah, they from over on Mayfair"
Bullets from out of nowhere
Told her to stay there and duck down
I hit the ground but managed
To pull a piece out
This bitch over them with them
Pointin the chief out
They want beef out here, they gon' get it
In the worst way, I'ma show em how Black play
Roll the dice
Fuckin with me is like snake eyes
I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
It's all about the Benjamins
True that be the motto
Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit
Crooked ass bitch
Today I get you back for this
(I'll get you back) repeat
I love you baby No you don't
You drive me crazyThat's right
I'll never betray theeUhh
I love you babyC'mon
Yo since the last altercation I
Been goin to street
Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak
I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike
I ain't know the real deal until last night
How, one of them brothers
Was locked with bankroll
Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
Kick rhymes over the phone for
Hours he had the dac
Babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money
See Black when you get home'
We never had chance to get up
And wouldn't have
If his gun had left me hit up
He'd explain how his whole
Crew was slappin honey besides all that
She owed them cats a lot of money
Funny how it's a small world, baby girl
Youse about to get, fucked with no jail
I'ma sit back and watch
This cake finish bakin
And plan your extermination, word chorus
It took a while to peep your style
Miss Ibe-in-workin
Low profile single, house in Staten Island
And Manhattan while, them same cats
You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
Fuckin witchu
That small time crack dealin nigga
He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too
Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
And get away scot free without
Some type of injury
Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you
Same thing you did to me, I'ma do it to you
Who knew she was the female Rambo
Fill one of they chest with four soon
As he came in the door
Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
In the end
She had to be the Last Bitch Standin
Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
Just like that she was gone, now it's over
Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life
Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
And admire how the chick went out
Repeat to fade
Talkin that
How she only dealt with businessmen
Niggas baggin joints
Money off and on the books
The ones who stand firm like ain't
Nuttin shook
About them, I doubt them cats waitin for me
You know them niggas
Them big dudes across the street
She say, "yeah, they from over on Mayfair"
Bullets from out of nowhere
Told her to stay there and duck down
I hit the ground but managed
To pull a piece out
This bitch over them with them
Pointin the chief out
They want beef out here, they gon' get it
In the worst way, I'ma show em how Black play
Roll the dice
Fuckin with me is like snake eyes
I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
It's all about the Benjamins
True that be the motto
Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit
Crooked ass bitch
Today I get you back for this
(I'll get you back) repeat
I love you baby No you don't
You drive me crazyThat's right
I'll never betray theeUhh
I love you babyC'mon
Yo since the last altercation I
Been goin to street
Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak
I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike
I ain't know the real deal until last night
How, one of them brothers
Was locked with bankroll
Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
Kick rhymes over the phone for
Hours he had the dac
Babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money
See Black when you get home'
We never had chance to get up
And wouldn't have
If his gun had left me hit up
He'd explain how his whole
Crew was slappin honey besides all that
She owed them cats a lot of money
Funny how it's a small world, baby girl
Youse about to get, fucked with no jail
I'ma sit back and watch
This cake finish bakin
And plan your extermination, word chorus
It took a while to peep your style
Miss Ibe-in-workin
Low profile single, house in Staten Island
And Manhattan while, them same cats
You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
Fuckin witchu
That small time crack dealin nigga
He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too
Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
And get away scot free without
Some type of injury
Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you
Same thing you did to me, I'ma do it to you
Who knew she was the female Rambo
Fill one of they chest with four soon
As he came in the door
Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
In the end
She had to be the Last Bitch Standin
Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
Just like that she was gone, now it's over
Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life
Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
And admire how the chick went out
Repeat to fade