It's LOVEE

[00:00.37] These bitches love, hello, grrah, like
[00:03.32] Bitches love B-L-O-V, watch how you steppin' to me, grrah
[00:08.12] 'Cause them shooters be steppin' for me
[00:10.63] (Hoppin' out my whip and I'm parked up)
[00:12.62] Bitches love B-L-O-V, please don't forget double E
[00:16.27] Better watch how you steppin' to me
[00:17.93] Grrah, shooters be steppin' for me
[00:19.84] If he bop, if he hop, if he throw up a Y, then he shot
[00:22.54] Like, we gon' sing on the songs when he shot
[00:24.78] Like, I've been coolin', but brodie on hots
[00:26.45] Nigga mad 'cause we fuckin' his thot
[00:27.89] Like, oh, he mad I got hundreds, he popped?
[00:29.85] Like, all that cappin' and shit, tell 'em stop
[00:31.49] Shot to his chin, make him drop
[00:33.17] It get real on that block, so don't lack
[00:34.58] I'm on feet, bitch, that Glocky attached
[00:36.09] Oh, he tryna run up, let it clap
[00:37.51] Watch him try to run up, leave him flat
[00:39.33] Fuck the opps, guess they ain't get enough
[00:40.98] Spinnin' blocks with the flame, make 'em duck
[00:42.87] Hollows hot, watch 'em scream when they touch
[00:44.36] She said that it feel like a dream when we fuck
[00:45.81] He a trapper, I'm who he wanna be like
[00:47.45] Bro gon' shoot at the spot if I blink twice
[00:49.43] Man in the cut, he just wait for the green light
[00:50.88] Evil twin with me, come see who he sweep like
[00:52.51] That's on bro, I been stompin' forever
[00:54.16] Free the guys, we be marchin' whoever
[00:55.98] Oh, he said he gon' shoot up the lot?
[00:57.54] Bitch, we got them dots, put holes in the sweater
[00:59.49] She like, "B-Lovee, I love you a lot"
[01:00.66] She wan' give me top, she asked me can I let her?
[01:02.36] I cannot get got and you want me to let up
[01:04.11] I got twelve in this clip, bitch, I love a Beretta
[01:05.88] Bitches love B-L-O-V, please don't forget double E
[01:08.97] Better watch how you steppin' to me
[01:10.89] Grrah, shooters be steppin' for me
[01:12.52] If he bop, if he hop, if he throw up a Y, then he shot
[01:15.60] Like, we gon' sing on the songs when he shot
[01:17.43] Like, I've been coolin', but brodie on hots
[01:19.39] Nigga mad 'cause we fuckin' his thot
[01:20.87] Like, oh, he mad I got hundreds? He popped
[01:22.53] Like, all that cappin' and shit, tell 'em stop
[01:24.13] Shot to his chin, make him drop
[01:25.85] It get real on that block, so don't lack
[01:27.40] I'm on feet, bitch, that Glocky attached
[01:29.12] Oh, he tryna run up, let it clap
[01:30.54] Watch him try to run up, leave him flat
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