Lloyd

Lloyd - Show Us Some Love lyrics

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Girl I can't be riding like this no more

Shorty you & me we totally grown

I'm down there be a Saturday night



Boy I can't even front like I don't

Feel your dees in the side of my bone

And the chemistry is bumpin

If we started talkin

I can see us poppin



Baby I need a special friend

Now baby I need a special friend

There's something bout this that feels so right



Baby, I already understand that I can't be

Number one in your place and it kills me

Cause u got everything I like

And I just wanna show you some love

Baby, I already understand that I can't be

Number one in your place and it kills me

Cause u got everything I like

And I just wanna show you some love



Boy those school volleys got your body so nice

The school volley got us puffing it right

But we can't even hold on hands

And I'm only shopping

Out jewelery hopping



Girl we can get up out of here if u wanna be alone

Your calling right now so turn off your phone

If it feels this right

I coulda been wrong



Cause I wanna be your man

But I already got a man

Cause you know I've been waiting so long

(so long...)



Baby, I already understand that I can't be

Number one in your place and it kills me

Cause you got everything I like

And I just wanna show you some love

Baby, I already understand that I can't be

Number one in your place and it kills me

Cause you got everything I like

And I just wanna show you some love





Damn I'm slick

The Aussie fresh to the kicks

Just hop in when I pull up in a whip

Sweet game thick

Break it down like bricks

Caramel skin

You remind me of a twix

So I'm trying to get you caught up in the mix

The way you lick your lips

Got me harder then the brick

We can pop a bottle

Your a model type of chick

Damn right got you all on ma dick



Now I sludge hit her with the game

Yeah I'm telling her I'm feeling it the same

But I'm only saying it to get up in her brain

Girl I guarantee to get you wetter then the rain

First stroke now you calling my name

Second stroke now you going insane

Third stroke now you feeling my pain

Damn right got you feeling my pain



Gangster rap

She know that

Married to the game

And I can't go back

She keep telling me to give it to her fast

But I'm telling her slow it down before I break her back

Got her legs vibrating

Ain't no way she faking that

We both know it's wrong

But daddy bone is over that













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Language: English

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