My Love lyrics

by

Snoop Dogg


(Lynch)
I know, you remember Holiday Inn
Had to hit it from the back drinkin OE and gin
I used to eat pus*y up, I can't lie
That's really real, really real, really real
See I met you through the homies
That homie was like cuz, won't you jump up in the cutlass
Come and get you some butt
Came through swervin off OE like I always do
Same two straps in the trunk cuz where you at ain't coo
I was like boo hold up its midnight and I got the eyes tight
Knew it was on just as long as I rub the thighs right
Next thing you know, we disrespecting the couch
Feel the pressure in my nutts
Its about to come out
You was like inside, whoride, I don't give a f*ck
We can f*ck untill I throw up all the way to sunrise then cut
And thats what happened
It was crackin like an omlet
Got you hittin that bomb sh*t
And you don't even enhale the chronic
Stupid ass biiatch

(Pook)
I used to love da ho, I can't lie
b*tch had me stuck
25 years later the f*ck so many haters Now the pus*y tore up
b*tch you need to grow up
You already know what side I throw up (Westside b*tch!)
Given our game back to weak n*ggas to help them n*ggas blow up
But shiesty b*tch you know what
You gon get back , you gon feel it n*gga
I heard the FBI tried to shut you down said you done been the n*gga
Said you Promoting violent thoughts
And youre a thug wannabe, followin
Doing more than lickin the pus*y
They smellin a tastin, bitin, swollowin leavin the pus*yhole hollow
Heard the pus*y picked up a forth the Henessey bottle
Now everybody thinkin They can f*ck, Even them whiteboys in Colorado
But f*ck it, let a ho be a ho is my motto
Can't let it rest
Gotta get it off my chest just to express my sorrow
I guess your pimp had you impressin Whore stories
Actin the sweet, said f*ck ya man
Got a plan to get yo ass of the streets
Gave you the fame without the fortune
Get you under the sheets
b*tch if you always on your back, then you can't get on your feet
I used to love this rap game!
(Shotgun)
I bet you didn't know that she used to be my main ho
Back in the days
When I was runnin up in houses with socks on my hands tryin to get paid
It was like Courvoisier and Alize
Most couldn't fade, cuz we f*ck till we both gain 5 6 times a day
How could I walk away from something that seems it's meant to be
You neva trip with me
When I took charge it was just the pimp in me
You was either quick to flex with it
When n*ggas and they b*tches got fat
But look at us now, you ain't around huh
And never in my mind did I think you turned b*tch on me
Skip one day and the next
Plottin licks on me
See yous a phony, I ain't f*ckin wit you no more
Like Ice Cube said
You da ex-b*tch, you gotz ta go
You know the motto, so f*ck a ho
And puttin the b*tch before the hustle thats a no
Because they have you comin up short
Spendin my last dimes, wastin all my time in my life
There's only group of one love and thats the grind biiatch!
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