Love Don’t Live Gangsta Boo
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| Song Title: | Love Don’t Live |
| Artist: | Gangsta Boo Find Gangsta Boo on Ebay Records and Ebay CD's |
| Hits (Month): | 19 |
| Hits (Total): | 42 |
| Lyrics: |
[Chorus] You abandoned me Love don't live here anymore Just a vacancy Love don't live here anymore [Talking] This is dedicated to all of my ladies in relations Peep this out [Verse 1] I'm a lady who be keepin' it real, you don't care Take time out, see how I feel When I be ridin' in the SUV, I'm thinkin' of you When I be rollin up a fat one, boy I'm thinkin' of you You got me goin' like uuuuuhhhh I'm feelin' the rush, I like the stuff let's get buck in the back of the truck, so boy whussup? It's whatever when it comes down to you Well it was, until you made it clear that I ain't for you You just abandoned me, you left me strandedly Heart broke, constantly Hearin' love songs on the radio, that remind me of you They say a gangsta ain't 'posed to cry When I'm sheddin' tears and I'm a gangsta until I die I'm tellin' you boy, they say no pain then no gain Now they call me playa because you teachin' me all yo game I say I ain't change, but then again just peep me out (Talking) Ay yo, I don't think this gonna work... You know what I'm sayin? You need to get out Repeat Chorus [Verse 2] Just be a man about it, you don't have to lie to me Playa leave my house, you can gone on away from me Playa get your car keys, get all your clothes too Man that's my credit card, hold up that's my bank book While you out here cheatin' on me, I'm gettin my own creepin' on (Nigga talkin') Ay girl, why you ain't answerin Hmmm why cause I was gone Boo about a hard kill, pay her own light bill I don't need you, got a new man for my pleasure still Baby I'm a mack, mister you ain't heard my real name? Mrs. Pimpin' Dissin suckas who approach me lame If you wanna play, get in the shower stroke yo'self I ain't the one to be messed with, pimpin' to my death Get in it get out, remember how that used to be? I would get so pleased when you come and bring your love to me But that's the past now, no more freaky tail nights No more sexiness on some X, no more late nights Repeat Chorus [Verse 3] I ain't tryina get caught up in yo games Personally, I think that you are lame Whachu doin' every now and then when you wanna hit I ain't givin' you a bit, you'll be just another trick On my list of bustas, diamond clusters Rings, old game used to be so not told With yo' frozen heart, boy you tore my soul apart My first ex-partner, ballin heavy from the block Wit your seven karat rock, give it to me don't you stop I keep fallin' for you, hypnotized out you get my props But now I'm single, lady back tight I ain't tryin to date a gigolo, men ain't right He wanna cut now, he wanna cut later He ain't called you then, he ain't call you later That's how it goes, I'm out the door, holla back Hit me on my 2 Way when you ready That's that on that Repeat Chorus |