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    The Diplomats / Lyrics

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    "My Love" Lyrics

    The Diplomats feat. Freeway

    track 2 on disc 2
    Diplomatic Immunity [2003]
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    [Intro: Juelz Santana]
    For lovin me girl
    Just wanna thank you
    Look at what you can do man
    Free I like this shit right here man
    Girl c'mon
    Let's do it like this
    Santana's so focused on you
    Come holla at a boy that's focused on you

    [Juelz Santana]
    Shorty I ain't tryin to give you the run around
    I'm just tryin to come get you a run around
    Skip through a couple towns
    Maybe skip through a couple rounds
    If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down
    I'm sorta a long distance brother
    Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber
    Come roll with a pimp or gangsta
    Hustler by nature
    Trust that I'll take ya
    I'll show you the rules and perimeters
    Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it
    Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it
    On the block as soon as the moon it be scramblin'
    And you can be my down ass bitch
    Yeah baby that's for sure
    I'm a show you how package raw
    How to snap it on
    How to take trips with the package on
    How to go and come back with the package gone
    Just stacks of cash beyond

    [Chorus: Juelz + Freeway]
    And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls
    Cuz Santana and Free is runnin up the girls (Yeah)
    No game just fuck your girls
    But who am I to corrupt the world? (Yeah)

    Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake (Yeah)
    Hit a city, hit a town, hit a state (Yeah)
    Every ghetto every hood we there
    Every metal in a Roc-A-Wear

    I been there every ghetto all around the world
    I've put that rock shit around ya girl and take down nigga
    I take pounds nigga, matter fact I take pounds to chicks
    Give 'em train tickets across the border
    Is you going or what? Can you go bring back my packages that you joined to her
    Get in positions with my sqaud
    That's like ironic, you wit me then the venential driver
    I'll have you drive me to E-way and stuff, stuff in out tronics
    I need a woman to bake, cook pies in the winter then diet, give her the weight
    She'll have pounds in the summer, I like Roc-A-Wear Miss Wear
    Thick hair, Chick there, Fat Ass, Sick Pair
    When we travel to Orlando when we get there, Shit yeah
    Bialingal always slang, Across the border diamond yang
    Put in orders, Even though we just came to hang
    Then we take it where we left there heck yea
    I need more then a woman cause it's more then you think here
    Bank here, Who rank down here? And I'm more then a rapper
    Cause it's more then these rhymes here, Poss here
    Hold Nas down here Holla

    This song was submitted on January 20th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by John Grant, Roger Kurt Green.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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