Enjoy more than 8 million lyrics. Fuck Love Songtext I was fuck love, what's that? You fuckin' round, then coming back No time for games, I've got a plane to catch I want the ring if it ain't me Tryina make this love thing work Next minute I'd be thinking you've got a curve Tryina flip me for a bird out I want this shit, you can keep that purse You can keep that wig, you can have that bitch You'll never find another caramel skin with the right tan I don't fuck with the hype man So stop hyping shit like it's still the first night, damn Been that you hit it, 'bout a times From the room to the kitchen like one more round When I used to the dishes you was all up in it Now you wanna act different You're tryina giving me the tough love But shawty you know I get enough love So mama I'ma give you the tough love Then you gon' have me saying Fuck love Fuck love Fuck love Fuck love Fuck love Fuck love Yeah you have me saying Fuck love Fuck love Fuck love Yeah you have me saying Fuck love Hold up! Hold up! All of these niggas know me I was in the biss, so trap trap A hundred bunz on the trophy Talking 'bout who you want I'm in the new Leron This king size is where you belong And we argue until it was?? Drucken Songtext. Fuck Love Video.
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Trina - I Got a Problem (feat. Plies & J. Smooth) Songtext
Fuck love, what's that? You fucking around then coming back No time for games, I got a plane to catch I don't want the ring, if it ain't meant I'm trying to make this love thing work Next minute I be thinking, Gotta curve this nigga got nerve Tryna play me for a bird I don't this shit. You can keep that purse You can keep that whip You can have that bitch You'll never find another ten caramel skin Wit the right tan I don't fuck with the hype man So stop hyping shit Like it's still the first night, damn. Been let you hit it Bout a hunned times From the room kitchen Like one more round When I use to do the dishes You was all up in it Now you wanna act different. You trying to give a nigga tough love But shawty know I give her nuff love So mama if you keep this up love Then you gon have me singing Fuck love, fuck love, fuck love, fuck love, fuck love Girl you have me singing like fuck love, fuck love, fuck love Girl you have me singing like. Hold up hold up hold up All these rich niggas know me I was in the benzo drop, drop Hundred bands on a trophie Talking bout who you want I'm in a new lauraunt And this king size is where you belong And we argued until you was wrong. And I fucked around and tried to lose it all But I, shit I'm right back here Late for night for the night cap here Take flight for the night back here Fuck around get it right back here Know I'm calling up Is you gon fall or what Cuz when you fuck wit me You know it's all or none.
Fuck love, what's that? You fucking around then coming back No time for games, I got a plane to catch I don't want the ring, if it ain't meant I'm trying to make this love thing work Next minute I be thinking, Gotta curve this nigga got nerve Tryna play me for a bird I don't this shit. You can keep that purse You can keep that whip You can have that bitch You'll never find another ten caramel skin Wit the right tan I don't fuck with the hype man So stop hyping shit Like it's still the first night, damn. Been let you hit it Bout a hunned times From the room kitchen Like one more round When I use to do the dishes You was all up in it Now you wanna act different.