U Gon Love Me lyrics

by

David Banner


[Verse]
I'm so sick I go to the hospital
When I don't get fixed I get nicked by the brain surgeon
If I'm losing ya, sorry I'm just brain surfing
Move in ya mind like a five in the lanes twerk it
But I'm like a six with ya b*tch twerk that
I'm on the strip with ya b*tch working
And I don't like strippers, I like dyke b*tches
That don't like strippers; that, like b*tches
Like to fight strippers, Weezy F. Baby
I don't write sh*t, be on the hype sh*t
She on that white sh*t
I ain't talking about c*m, put powder on my di*k
Then she suck it til she numb, sh*t
I remember back in the day
When an ounce of coke was four hundred
And them b*tches was gay
But now these n*ggas is gay
And you could probably get an ounce for eight
sh*t, if you spend eleven hundred you straight
And now the n*ggas with money is the n*ggas that hate
And b*tches want a broke n*gga cause them b*tch n*ggas fake
But that's why me, and my hooligans debating, ho
Which one of these rich n*ggas we taking?
I gotta make it, Lil Layla's six now
My little brother J.E. wanna cop bricks now
And little Marley, he just hold his chick down
Get 'em a Benz so he can roll his chick round
I blow big in a 'Lac like a big dawg
I keep that sig in my lap like my di*k dawg
sh*t make me bust a nut in yo face
Tell ya girlfriend, "b*tch
Wipe the sl*t off yo face, ho"
Where you from? I'll put you under your state
Then I go and throw a party at Bungalow 8
Yeah I'm something so straight feared I
Knock a n*gga right up in his queer eye
I ain't playing n*gga this is the year I must excel
Fans sending in cards say you must get well soon
Because I'm sick, so sick sick mean
I be with a cute thing
And she do her lip thing
Well as a matter fact I think you know her well
Everytime I'm with the girl you always blowing up her cell
What, would you stop me and shorty tryna chill, man
Shorty tryna feel on my eel
I shock her like Silk
I Chaka like I'm managing a Ludacris
Handling the uzi like a camera
Choose ya flick, ya strike a pose
We pull up-in Bentley
n*ggas on the bikes is hoes
I'm that cold, n*gga
I'm that cold. n*gga
Though I'm a hot boy
I'm that cold n*gga
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