Tito Lopez - Would U Still Luv Me lyrics

rate me

Watching this game from a distance

The difference? I can feel the resistance

It takes money to make money

Getting drunk, blowing skunk

And praying to God keep all these fakes from me

And everything they take from me, I can take it back

The shit that’s … will be shit that they can never jack

My heart, my soul, my guts and my nuts, nigga

Most this shit your bitch wanna touch, nigga, fuck nigga

I can’t stress a hoe, I’m tryina stretch my dough

Down on my feet, they on their knees to be next to blow

Trips to Mexico, what’s happening, bitch?

On that tequila mocking bird, black Atticus Finch

I’m 25 in the body, 45 in the head

That mean I think like Jordan coming back from the dead

When I was 23 I was raw, even my people’s pimping

I’m sprinting down the court on a mission

Want my number back

Real shit

Yeah, I want my number back

I’m just getting warmed up in this motherfucking

You know what I’m talking about?

I want my number back

New shit

All my north side niggas, my south side niggas

Gassed and point niggas, bread with niggas, share with niggas

This for y’all, don’t mind me, I’m just on the low

Would you still love me?

If I ain’t put my whole city on

If I ain’t make that Mississippi song

I’m pretty boy, flow to flow

And I got you thinking Biggie home

I get fat and grab a nigga to get his Diddy on

And Drake totally fucked the lyrics and get to the ferry

A heartbreaker, think I come here with Tom Petty

They call me a legend, I ain’t sure if I’m even ready

But I know my family is all that matter, Steve and Eddy

Spaghetti, garlic bread with the rear roasted, peppers

Parties with Playboy bunnies, let’s have a toast to Heffner

It’s been my life, I don’t speak about it

But now I’m stunting on you niggas,

Man, I’m tired of trying to creep around you

The black dude gets … from Spanish dames

So much that I bet you lames wish you had a Spanish name

Ask Santiago, he know what’s up

Talks on a bus, I done get drunk with power, never sober up

If I was ugly, would you still care?

Picture me paralyzed, tell me if you’re still there

And would it feel fair if I promised to give you babies

But can’t fuck, stuck in a damn wheelchair?

Yeah, that question been on my mind a while

Watching good fellows know when your killers come with smiles

I think I figured out my next move

This ain’t checkers, it’s a chess move, you feel me?

This ain’t checkers, it’s a chess move

This ain’t checkers, it’s a chess move, my nigga