Song: I Hope I Dont Fall in Love With Her
Viewed: 19 - Published at: 8 years ago
Artist: Gerald Walker
Year: 2011Viewed: 19 - Published at: 8 years ago
[Verse 1]
She got the body of a model, talking Coca-Cola bottles
Yeah, she Latin and Mulatto from the north side of Chicago
She the type that if you pull her, all your niggas probably bravo
And clap in celebration, cause it's like you hit the lotto
Yo I ain't playin', her body so absurd
She was raised in the hood, but like the niggas from the 'burbs
Word, cause she's tired of the niggas and those thugs who be pimpin'
She wanna try something different, and I'm fitting the description
Girl, you got it, I'm with it if you is, yeah, I rap
I'm getting money to top it off ain't got no kids, oh that's Cardo
And that's Sascha, yeah, he handle all my biz
She said I ain't in the goose but we should retreat to where I live
Or give me your hotel number and that time that we should meet
But mama always told me, boy don't shit at where you eat
So with every ounce of energy inside me, I had to speak it
Right now I got a girl and I'm not the one who cheating, believe it
Shit man, I can't believe I just told that bitch that
I'm gonna regret that shit in the morning
Let me call my chick man, at least she can write me back
[Verse 2]
So then she handed me a card with a number, told me keep it
And to sleep on her offer, then just hit her up that weekend
Then I gulped - I swear my knees were weakened
Told my niggas what I did and they couldn't even believe it
Man, her ass is like a kick drum and you ain't trying to beat it
But inside my mind was crazy disappointed, I was heated
Then start thinking 'bout my girl, how her pussy got that bite
She can work it, she can twerk it, she can ride it like a bike, all night
But when you in another city, you see this in a different light
But fuck, it that's my girl, I know she hold me down right
Right? I started doubting her fidelity
But rewind an hour back, I was comptemplating she would marry me
And fuck it that's that nigga shit, as pussy as it sounds
Ima stay my ass in this room and hold my bitch down
Cause man's as faithful as his options and I ain't trying be a clown
At least until the next bitch comes around
She got the body of a model, talking Coca-Cola bottles
Yeah, she Latin and Mulatto from the north side of Chicago
She the type that if you pull her, all your niggas probably bravo
And clap in celebration, cause it's like you hit the lotto
Yo I ain't playin', her body so absurd
She was raised in the hood, but like the niggas from the 'burbs
Word, cause she's tired of the niggas and those thugs who be pimpin'
She wanna try something different, and I'm fitting the description
Girl, you got it, I'm with it if you is, yeah, I rap
I'm getting money to top it off ain't got no kids, oh that's Cardo
And that's Sascha, yeah, he handle all my biz
She said I ain't in the goose but we should retreat to where I live
Or give me your hotel number and that time that we should meet
But mama always told me, boy don't shit at where you eat
So with every ounce of energy inside me, I had to speak it
Right now I got a girl and I'm not the one who cheating, believe it
Shit man, I can't believe I just told that bitch that
I'm gonna regret that shit in the morning
Let me call my chick man, at least she can write me back
[Verse 2]
So then she handed me a card with a number, told me keep it
And to sleep on her offer, then just hit her up that weekend
Then I gulped - I swear my knees were weakened
Told my niggas what I did and they couldn't even believe it
Man, her ass is like a kick drum and you ain't trying to beat it
But inside my mind was crazy disappointed, I was heated
Then start thinking 'bout my girl, how her pussy got that bite
She can work it, she can twerk it, she can ride it like a bike, all night
But when you in another city, you see this in a different light
But fuck, it that's my girl, I know she hold me down right
Right? I started doubting her fidelity
But rewind an hour back, I was comptemplating she would marry me
And fuck it that's that nigga shit, as pussy as it sounds
Ima stay my ass in this room and hold my bitch down
Cause man's as faithful as his options and I ain't trying be a clown
At least until the next bitch comes around
( Gerald Walker )
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