Album: Cold Corner 2 (2011)

Love Shots

If you are feeling yourself, your feeling me
The feeling is strong, it's clear to see
Ain't no feeling like on top to me and pass down
Possibly, sit down drop the v
I'm tryna drop another one, shit I gotta see
Stuntin' til the summer come, swagger by the tree
Jugglin these questions, cause it's puzzlin' to me
Hey, baby got a husband and she riding round wit' me
Fuck it, I'm just playing my part
I'm ain't tryna cuff it, you can't trust
She ballin' on a nigga budget, touch downs keep her there
Money the subject
And I'm on another team, gotta love it
She probably try it on me, I wanna rug it
Southside stubborn, cold hearted than public
Living without a care, don't care how you judge it
Tired of hearing what you going through
I does it

[Hook]
Love shots
She's firin' the gun
Probably had a hundred niggas looking dumb
But I ain't the one
Nah I ain't like them
Matter of fact, I went back on the road when I'm done
Throwin' G's up, hoes down
Get paper, smoke pounds
Fuck bitches, fo' rounds
G's up, hoes all the way down

Maybe I will, maybe I won't
Maybe I'm better off if I don't
None of that money is yours, baby, you're broke
And when that bump sick, your soap back on the rope?
Brand new task, cause she's wonderful with her throat
Cash for the [?], shes coming up with the stroke
Shawty takin' shots, I duck down and dodge
Always on the move girl, I work 5 jobs
I'm a go getter, fly nigga, flow spitta
Game owner, player and the coach
Hitter and my CD dope
[?] up to NYPD, wont probably wanna see me slip
Have a nigga baby, grimey on that greedy shit
Borderline crazy, crazy to not see the shit
Cold hearted, step into the freeze a bit
Hugh fuckin' Hef', new stress and the weed is lit

[Hook]