Win Your Love

Lyrics

I just flew the private out to LA, come and meet me (Come and meet me)
 And once you land, you better be glad to see me (Glad to see me)
 Why you can't jump on top of me?
 I don't wan' hear nan' reason (Nan' reason)
 This brand-new ring make me feel like I won a whole season
 You supposed to make me feel like a king without it on
 Brand new Chanel, put it on
 Ayy, fuck that (Ayy, put it on)
 You gon' make me go buy a new G-Wagen for your fine ass
 (Fuck your friends) you better be in 'fore I get home, oh
 Mmh, mmh, hittin' it from behind, in your spine, take that, yeah
 We went plenty of times in the ride
 Fuck these skeezers
 She gon' ride like my guys (She in there with who?)
 Pullin' up, bitch, you in here, come outside
 Pack your bags, we gon' board the G5
 I'm tryna join the mile high club, just you and me
 Thank Most High I got a girl to take me from the streets
 You the one I want, baby, you the one I need
 Steady tryna win over your love
 You could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble
 Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies
 Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah
 You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though
 Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, ho
 Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah
 Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah
 Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah
 My bae inside of here, it was self-defense, officer
 My name so fucked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her?
 Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her (Brrt)
 I'm outside, nah, I know you heard me knockin' at this front door
 (I was in the shower)
 I don't care 'bout what you doin', fuck you takin' long for?
 Come here, give me a kiss, no, fuck that shit, how you been?
 You'll be with me to the end, that's what the fuck they don't know
 Steady tryna win over your love
 You could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble
 Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies
 Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah
 You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though
 Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, ho
 Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah
 Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah
 Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah
 My bae on side of him, it was self-defense, officer
 My name so fucked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her?
 Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her, oh, oh
 At this front door
 Give a fuck 'bout what you doin', what you takin' long for?
 Come here, give me a kiss, no, fuck that shit, how you been?
 You'll be with me to the end, that's what the fuck they don't know
 

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Duration
03:04
Key
6
Tempo
156 BPM

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