Текст песни Black Rob - I Love You Baby
Black Rob - I Love You Baby слова песни
Black rob & puff daddyVerse one: black robI met her uptown on dikeland, to heightenTalkin that, how she only dealt with businessmenNiggaz baggin joints, money off and on the booksThe ones who stand firm like aint, nuttin shookAbout them, I doubt them cats waitin for meYou know them niggaz, them big dudes across the streetShe say, yeah, they from over on mayfairBullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck downI hit the ground but managed to pull a piece outThis bitch over them with them pointin the chief outThey want beef out here, they gon get itIn the worst way, ima show em how black playRoll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyesI break guys, sit back and watch my cake riseIts all about the benjamins, true that be the mottoRan out of ammo and started, throwin bottlesRunnin, and I aint lookin back for shitCrooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this(Ill get you back)Chorus: repeat 2xI love you baby no you dontYou drive me crazy thats rightIll never betray thee uhhI love you baby cmonVerse two: black rob (starts rapping during the chorus)Yo since the last altercation I been goin to streetSeein honey at the club ery week and I speakIma rock that ass to sleep before I strikeI aint know the real deal until last nightHow, one of them brothers was locked with bankrollUsed to call my crib to see seventy-fourKick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dacBabe bro told him, you wanna get money, see blackWhen you get home, we never had chance to get upAnd wouldnt have, if his gun had left me hit upHed explain how his whole crew was slappin honeyBesides all that, she owed them cats a lot of moneyFunny how its a small world, baby girlYouse about to get, fucked with no jailIma sit back and watch this cake finish bakinAnd plan your extermination, wordChorusVerse three: puff daddyIt took a while to peep your style, miss i-be-in-workinLow profile single, house in staten islandAnd manhattan while, them same catsYou sent to get me boo, is on they to get youFuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin niggaHe a bitch too, they gon bust his shit tooShits real, you think you gonna set me upAnd get away scot free without some type of injuryNah kill it, ima flip the script on youSame thing you did to me, ima do it to youWho knew she was the female ramboFill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the doorLife is out, snuffed all they mans inIn the end, she had to be the last bitch standinNot for long the buck the forty-four strongJust like that she was gone, now its overAssumin Ill go back to my everyday lifeOf a rich millionaire just rockin the micGotta pause, and think about honey no doubtAnd admire how the chick went outChorus: repeat to fade