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slim thug - lovin' you (on my mind) lyrics

lovin’ you is cool, but getting money is the only thing that’s on my mind
i don’t know what to do but hustle i’ve been living on the street if i’m not on my grind
i’m doing the best i can, i need you to understand to be on my side
it’s a h-ll of sacrifice, i’m chasing this cash for life
it’s a long, long ride

it’s a long ride, a lot of lonely nights
might be a lot of f-ckers, for i finally get it right
g, sh-t i hope i’m worth it, cause sh-t, you ain’t perfect
all them gucci and louis purses, i hope you deserve it!
stay down, only weak b-tches lay down
we can’t afford to just walk away from this pay now
i’m shipping sh-t through greyhound taking all kind of chance
to be locked up, but you rocked up living in many mansions
all life gotta get it if it’s good
n-gg-s who get lazy end up back in the hood
if i lost it all, i probably lose you
so if it’s paper on the table, i can’t chose you

lovin’ you is cool, but getting money is the only thing that’s on my mind
i don’t know what to do, but hustle i’ve been living on the street if i’m not on my grind
i’m doing the best i can, i need you to understand to be on my side
it’s a h-ll of sacrifice, i’m chasing this cash for life
it’s a long, long ride

oh, if my pockets on flat, i can’t enjoy you, baby
doing anything without running to me, it’s just annoying, baby
i know you love looking at that satellite tv
them other n-gg-s sh-t off, you’ll have to look at them dvds
if you ain’t trying to hold your hand and take a walk in the park
i really get my hustle on, so we don’t have to talk in the dark
and f-ck a repo, i ain’t give up my bentley like that
i’ll be god d-mned if i let the recession pimp me like that
if i go to jail it’s bail money
it’s your red bottom, it’s channel money
plus the mortgage, f-ck more deal money
you smell good, but i’d rather smell money
i-10 it’s a football field, and i swear imma runnin’ back
so sit the f-ck down and wait for me to come back with that money, babe

uh, i don’t wanna be just news, baby
i wanna be the hot topic
eat lobster every day of my life, what the h-ll is a hot pocket?
catch your case it’s all good, i hide your kid, shape up, now they got to drop it
come home, keep f-cking you until you say,
“z-ro, you got to stop it!”
when i’m done i’m back, i’m back, right back on my grind
like yg i got racks on racks on racks right back on my mind
you’re living lavish, you love that sh-t
cause you was broke before, you rode that d-ck
so i hope you learned how to love that brick
cause without that b-tch we wouldn’t be sh-t
sh-t, without these licks, you wouldn’t be sh-t, no red bottoms
bragging to your friend about how you got them
different pair every time they spot them
taking trips, first cl-ss flights
it’s getting hard, but i love my life
i’mma make sure my money right
grind all day and i grind all night
like drive around in foreigns and vacate when it’s boring
touring the town like i’m a tourist, sipping on drink ’til you see me snoring
i sleep good, since i’m out the hood
i eat good in these streets (streets)
so i’m gonna get this paper, i’ll be back next week, bye!

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