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nantes - temple of love lyrics

(verse 1)
why the f+ck are you so mean?
she just wants to spend time, love you, and write rhymes
be nice, no vice
late night wit new b+tches
distracted, new riches
and the kid is almost never focused
ask him if he cheatin’, he still chokin’
better hope that he get lucky
side chick like “come here, f+ck me”
stab out wit tiff and chucky
d+mn, dude, got it made
mistress, she chillin’ in the shade
ha! but she still outdoors and the baby’s mama indo
yo! love is platonic, p+ssy like chronic, supersonic, gin and tonic
more distractions
red room, he steady laughin’ wit weird beats and bad b+tches
f+ck love is what he thinks
merlot is what he drinks
by the way, what you got goin for some p+ssy and some sony?
money and a f+ckin’ showpony
you real funny, kid
why let it rain when it’s gon be sunny, kid?
and they call me a dunce, gimme what you got and i’ll do that once
and they call me a dunce, gimme what you got and i’ll do that once
(pre+hook)
roses are red, violets are blue
you can be my girlfriend kuz that f+ck n+gga ain’t gon do sh+t for you
he not
slauson ave, n+gga (bow!)

(hook)
gimme that and i’ll do it once
gimme that and i’ll do it once
gimme that and i’ll do it once
gimme that and i’ll do what+++
what’s the address to the++
to the++

(verse 2)
backseat and he been leanin’
fine yamps on the weekend
perfect 10s only if they streakin’
that’s completely nude
he completely rude when it comes to his girl
sittin’ back, just runnin’ his mouth
f+ck that, n+gga, she’s your spouse
treat her like you got some sense
pay yo half of the rent, raise them kids even if you got move out
pack yo sh+t, get the f+ck out
find a new chick who’s runnin’ her mouth
she got big brothers already the prowl
hood n+ggas wit they face inna scowl and they huntin’ you down
and they huntin’ you down!
(pre+hook)
rose are red, violets are blue
i wrote this song so i could help fall in love wit you
that doesn’t sound quite accurate, it’d prolly work if i was lightskinned (bow!)

(hook)

(verse 3)
dear women of the african american nation, there are no men in this generation
so i would assume by dating one, you would be entombed to a shallow grave and we know not what the night brings, we are but a knave
and i wish you would have sense enough to date a man and not boy, have him wrapped around yo finger like such a toy
and this is just a exhibition, possibly the pole position
this just to let you know what happens when a boy steps up to tell men how to do they job

- nantes lyrics

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