paroles de chanson Your Luv - Trampa

Got you in the money pack
Turn around the cul-de-sac
Me and you we hold it back
Driving in the Pontiac
Girl you know, I got you back
Tell you strangers how to act
This niggas at you snatching with their practice
I don't fuck with that
You know I been chasing
Couple friends raising
We really still playing
Leaving and then we still grazing
Got no fucking plans, got no fucking plans
I don't really know the way these niggas saying I'm the man
Cause
I choose to fall, know that I take all
Theses fucking diamonds and cars
I swear I made it's so far
Theses niggas telling me wait
They telling me wait
Be searching for days
I need a place man
Just wanna race it
These bitches, I hate these fucking snitches
All they want it was them bitches
And they let me with the stitches
I'm gone
Why you calling
I'm gone
Next pose your ass on the song
I swear I waited too long, too long, for
Your luv, your luv, your luv, your luv
Your luv, your luv, your luv, your luv
Your luv, your luv, your luv, your luv
Your luv, your luv, your luv, your luv