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paul anka - puppy love lyrics

puppy love
50 cent

call it puppy love curtis and tisha in the tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
she was pregenant by me once glad she didn’t have it
cause i be paying child support now god d-mn it
tish was my b-tch, til she f-cked my god brother
i was heated when i heard, wanted to go upside his head
it was christmas i just bought the b-tch a sheepskin kid
i was sick to my stomach n-gg- this is real sh-t
i aint the sensitive type, i aint sit around crying
i caught the b-tch on the avenue and punched her in the eye
call it puppy love curtis and janelle in the tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
d’s came locked my -ss up like a savage
then came doobie in the baby carriage
imagine how it felt summerday pretty blue skies
i gazed mesmorizied at her in with green eyes
im so into you baby we don’t even got touch
that the type sh-t i say when i really want to f-ck
cause her cousin tisha lived by baby? forty
sold crack before rap so everbody know me
chase jus down cut his head the motherf-cker owe me
vick’s spinning, cheek’s was the hottest rapper in the hood
i ain’t hate, but on the low i didn’t think he was good
we wore timberland boots, carhartt suits
you can tell a n-gg- paid, when his filas shoes suede
ock a ceaser or a fade kept a pistol or a blade
try to flip a 62 like every couple days
i get knocked i come home it’s all a part of the game
catch a snitch, cut a snitch or put one in his frame
its like every other summer i was back and forth to jail
telling nanna im copping out, so i don’t need bail
just the convesary put the money orders in the mail
call it puppy love curtis and deawn in the tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
call it puppy love
call it puppy love
she came to see me on the alley, wrote me letters all the time
and i responded to the letters so she stayed on my mind
told myself ima grind
as soon as i get out that paper what im about
after 4 months home i had the lan i shine
2 months later i copped the benz my nine
stay all c-cked even when it hot, taz out
tnt on the block, make yourself get knocked
i just love em and leave em, i don’t give a f-ck
i mean she didn’t give a f-ck, she had a n-gg- in my truck
call it puppy love curtis and shaniqua in the tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g

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