A Love Song - Dmp, R.L.

Come on and go with me

Cause all this company ain’t my cup of tea

And we can go somewhere

Whenever, where ever, whatever like Maxwell

And it will be alright

Me and you, one on one tonight

I just want to crown you or maybe I’ll wife you

Triple homicide charge, 30 to life you

And I want to love you, feel you and hug you

Come here let me thank you, kiss you and spank you

Take you to the moon baby and if I could

If loving you is wrong then I don’t know no good

For all the things that

I done put you through

And all the times I, didn’t do right by you

You didn’t have to stick around but you did

So this is for you

Girl this is all for you you

You you, for you

Girl this is for you

Yo, I know you used to them other lovers

They want to wine and dine you, then sucker for love brothers

I, I let a lot of women before and it’s true

But none of them was quite like you

From your ass to your smile to your beautiful skin

And all the love faces you make when getting it in

So sexy

Aye, what you want me to say?

Tell them other chickens bounce but I beg you to stay

Where you going?

You got me up on some new ish

With my homies all night and I’m chucking the deuces

You got me thinking you could mother my kids shawty

But eff though, it is what it is

I swear she an angel make a thug write a love song

What’s between her thighs make you harmonize like

(Ooooh oooooh)

Girl you look good I, want to make you all mine

Banging like Alpine back in the Impala

Loving your persona

Cinnamon aroma

Diabetic coma

Make you wanna holler

Give me the keys to your heart if you wanna

Here for the long stay, want to be the owner

Let’s make music, Prince/Apollonia

Apple of my cornea

Girl your love bang,

Cinderella one shoe, that’s a princess

The guy the prince that’s 'bout to be a king in a few

We 52 and O, we 'bout to have a ring in a few

Pop the cork, count the cash and maybe breeze in a few

And we gone ha

All your friends is mad

The homie saying I’m Usher in the rain boy you got it bad

I told 'em pay we estimate on things you never had

Life is fab' we just throw it in a bag

Like that

For all the things that

I done put you through

Forgive me, let me, make it up to you

I am sorry, a nigga, be tripping

This song is for you, baby won’t you listen?