DO OR DIE - If Only You Knew lyrics

rate me

If, only you knew

How much I do

Do love you

Love you...

Tryin' to think about the way I wanna hold ya

Tryin' to think about the way I wanna freak ya

Cause I really wanna see ya, get'cha mind over

How them bogus ass men can treat'cha

You should be dressed in the freshest of clothing

While I'm dro blowin', twenty-four's rollin'

Girl I feel like you the one that should be chosen

Tints like foldin', fingers are frozen

Cause you kept a nigga floatin', plenty deep throatin'

Gone off of that "Love Potion"

Hit it from the back in "Slow Motion"

And you hold up a pack while I'm "Posted"

So I gotta keep you up to par, cause baby girl you a star

I'm a hit'chu with some ends

And match yo rims, the same color as yo car

Cause you gave me a place where I could lay my head at night

And you fed me right, when I got in trouble with the law

You bonded me out when they read me my rights

Even if we have a fight, it's you, and only you

Twista with Do or Die, when I flow about you and I, girl

I'm in love with you, and only you

When I do my thang, help me get on my feet

And you give me that scratch, and ya throat go deep

I could never stop hustlin', and bustin', and rustlin'

And duckin' them po-po's, goin through the same thang

I figure niggas and triggas get put through the same game

Get the money, the fame, remain, pain, cane

Try to focus on my main frame, get my name in the big time

Flip a couple of ki's and, if I'm bogus, I'm bogus from keepin' my focus

A nigga went to entrepreneur to get my portion

Avoid nigga like abortion, lookin' for more endorsements to put my hand on

Grin on, bad bitches to bend on, depend on

If I don't catch the paper chase syndrome

Sittin' my girl on, to kick a little somethin' bout a meal ticket

Gotta stay wicked, don't rub my hand across a meal ticket

Like a field cricket, will kick it

But we gotta stay on the learn, not to burn paper

Baby now you gotta throw me a lic, hit the shops and then we jump out quick

To the Benz, then we out by six, if you lookin' for my Adisas's

I'm a give it to you baby so get cool

You gotta deal with the bullshit and the full clip

That's how this life here GOES, if it's not cocaine my FLOWS

Will get'chu through the DOORS

When I do my thang, help me get on my feet

And you give me that scratch, and ya throat go deep

When I know that giiirls, all don't cum the same

But Belo, giiirls, stays on top of her game

And I love it when she call my name (Belo)

And she love it when I twerk that thang

And I love it when she give me scratch

From the one of my new Maybach

Cause she's my perfect match, never met a girl like her before

When I was down and out, she never let my pockets hit the floor

You can roll me a b' to the head, I'm gon' spit the truth, Church

I could buy a 745, but I prefer the coupes

Baby boy if you only knew, how much that I really love you

Ain't nobody quite like you, nobody do me like you do

Through all that we've been through, still do anything for you

Cause you're my baby boo, and if you only knew

Even off up in these streets, you still come home to me

Give all your love to me, take care of all my needs

You're everything to me, my king and I'm you're queen

You're ghetto bride-to-be, just keep on lovin' me

When I do my thang, help me get on my feet

And you give me that scratch, and ya throat go deep