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b-lovee - it's lovee lyrics

[intro]
these b+tches love, h+llo, grrah, like
b+tches love b+l+o+v, watch how you steppin’ to me
grrah
’cause them shooters be steppin’ for me
hoppin’ out my whip and i’m parked up

[chorus]
b+tches love b+l+o+v, please don’t forget double “e”
better watch how you steppin’ to me
grrah, shooters be steppin’ for me
if he bop, if he hop, if he throw up a y, then he shot
like, we gon’ sing on the songs when he shot
like, i’vе been coolin’, but brodie on hots
n+gga mad ’cause we f+ckin’ his thot
likе, oh, he mad i got hundreds, he popped?
like, all that cappin’ and sh+t, tell ’em stop
shot to his chin, make him drop
it get real on that block, so don’t lack
i’m on feet, b+tch, that glocky attached
oh, he tryna run up, let it clap
watch him try to run up, leave him flat

[verse]
f+ck the opps, guess they ain’t get enough
spinnin’ blocks with the flame, make ’em duck
hollows hot, watch ’em scream when they touch
she said that it feel like a dream when we f+ck
he a trapper, i’m who he wanna be like
bro gon’ shoot at the spot if i blink twice
man in the cut, he just wait for the green light
evil twin with me, come see who he sweep like
that’s on bro, i been stompin’ forever
free the guys, we be marchin’ whoever
oh, he said he gon’ shoot up the lot?
b+tch, we got them dots, put holes in the sweater
she like, “b+lovee, i love you a lot”
she wan’ give me top, she asked me can i let her
i cannot get got and you want me to let up
i got twelve in this gat, b+tch, i love a beretta
[chorus]
b+tches love b+l+o+v, please don’t forget double “e”
better watch how you steppin’ to me
grrah, shooters be steppin’ for me
if he bop, if he hop, if he throw up a y, then he shot
like, we gon’ sing on the songs when he shot
like, i’ve been coolin’, but brodie on hots
n+gga mad ’cause we f+ckin’ his thot
like, oh, he mad i got hundreds? he popped
like, all that cappin’ and sh+t, tell ’em stop
shot to his chin, make him drop
it get real on that block, so don’t lack
i’m on feet, b+tch, that glocky attached
oh, he tryna run up, let it clap
watch him try to run up, leave him flat

- b lovee lyrics

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