Текст песни Tragedy Khadafi f Rashida - Hood love
Tragedy Khadafi f Rashida - Hood love слова песни
Is there nothing in this world, that you love enough?that you would kill for?[Verse 1]My low gold on your chestRight about your breastAint nothing realer in this world then a thugs currestMay god bless every thing your hands can touchI feel you, like the haze rolled up in the dutchCuz you straight like henny in a plast cupAnd you will clap a fed if they tried to bag me upEven war with the D`s if they snatch me upYou so tight, plus u keep it real as fuckYou my soul mate, never worry bout other menMy heart was numb, taught a thug how to love againYour my homie level friend in this love affair never endMommy I never break and baby I never endI give my life and my soul to breatheYou would rather see me live and we raise these seedsI was lost till you came in my time of needAs we struggle in this world full of lust and greed[Chorus][Verse 2: Rashida]Your the love of my lifeNo matter what we go through this timeImma` stand by you so strongI`m not going no where, imma hold on [Verse 3: Tragedy]YoI love you like a CR date when Niggaz max outThat`s why I stay on my grind, never assed outYou realer then these fake thugs when you mash outThe stash house making love till we pass out[?] girl and i feel you like every boroughI know it`s real cuz your movement is so throughYou so gully, you funky like blood moneyBaby nines` in your coach bag, red buggyYou style out when gizzard heads in my faceGangsta, you a lady cuz you stay in your placeI respect that, ups and downs we had our set backsMy baby`s moms wilin out I had to dead thatRemember times I was flat broke no jokeYoung when we met, both our mothers shot dopeThe hoods in us, through it all gods with usyou a female version of me thats why its good with us[Chorus till fade]