Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Code + Love Me Some More, artista - Babyface Ray. Data di rilascio: 01.12.2022
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Code + Love Me Some More |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Look |
| You see me dial zero, make a pot of gold (foreal) |
| Stickin' to the code, stickers on the coupe I’m still puttin' rims on (Forgiato) |
| Chain dancin' like I caught it in the end zone |
| I ain’t 55 but I keep a red pole |
| Steppin' I stand on em' |
| You rep the brand for me? |
| At the top is it quiet? I thought they was sayin' somethin' |
| Even though she got a man won’t put me in friendzone |
| She addicted to the vibes say I got her head gone |
| Lately I been way too busy |
| Put you in my plans though |
| She say she miss my voice |
| Play me through your headphones |
| Best mouth I ever had I wonder what that head doin' |
| Now if I take you shopping, who gon' help with the bags |
| Dodgin' lipstick, Eli I’m busy countin' up cash |
| Ain’t no Halfway steppin' you get the slides with the bag |
| Nigga stabbed me in the back I grabbed it and sliced they neck |
| Man down |
| Stayin' up, I ain’t comin' down |
| Count it up, rubber bands needed |
| Stack it up like it’s Jenga and it keep falling down' |
| You see me dial zero, make a pot of gold (foreal) |
| Stickin' to the code, stickers on the coupe I’m still puttin' rims on (Forgiato) |
| Chain dancin' like I caught it in the end zone |
| Yeah |
| What’s it gon' take for you to see |
| They can’t fuck with me |
| I been doin' it for a minute and I’m saying that humbly |
| Might be something; to you but you know it ain’t nothin to me |
| (Pooh You A Fool For This One) |
| Foreal |
| Yeah |
| You know I’m thuggin for sure |
| Pray for your boy |
| They hate that I’m on |
| Loving you is easy |
| Call me when you need me |
| Had a vision stay strategic |
| Took a risk to feed my people |
| Ain’t no substance in my music what they say you must ain’t listen |
| Come around they stealin' sauce |
| Stay the fuck from around my kitchen |
| Fuck a witness I was in it |
| I was ridin' I was with it |
| They the same when I was finished |
| Now it’s Gucci Louie denim |
| Now it’s groupies taking pictures |
| Speedin' on the road to riches |
| She too trill she hold my pistol |
| I broke her heart and I can’t fix it |
| Money counter |
| Money counter it keep goin' |
| They hop out and get right on you |
| Boy don’t try to be heroic |
| … when it be snowin' |
| Might get wet you ride this wave |
| Put that hammer to his head |
| I make him Atlanta Braves |
| Made it through what can I say |
| Be the boss you gotta pay |
| They believe us adding pressure |
| She hit me when she want pleasure |
| I went shopping with the extras |
| Pay that fee they come and catch you |
| Ain’t too good with writing letters |
| Boo I hope you get the message |
| Foreal |
| Yeah |
| You know I’m thuggin' for sure |
| Pray for your boy, |
| They hate that I’m on |
| So love me some more |
| I’m on drugs till they gone |
| Keep it real when I’m wrong |
| Keep it real when I’m wrong |
| I’m on drugs till they gone |