Love 4 You - KYLE

I’ve got love for you, yeah I do

And some of your friends, sorry to offend but that shits true

Don’t take it offensive its my adolescence

I just enjoy some suggestive suggestions

Baby you’re a blessing compared to

Some hoes would have a threesome for some attention

Me and my new ho late nights on top of the roof though

A bottle of Nuvo enjoying the view

Say she got a boyfriend, I try to ignore him

But it ain’t my fault if she liking it too

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck that do?

It’s the young young nigga who got no tattoos

From the city by the beach, with the low Chuck-Ts

And the teens call me K.I.D.

at school

And my flow so hot, but my steeze so cold

They be starin' at my grill but my teeth ain’t gold

Teachers looked at me wrong cause' I ain’t play ball

Like a nigga wasn’t black cause' my knee ain’t grow

Really really?

Like forreally?

I’m like teenage old

Nineteen whippin nineteen vehicles

Wouldn’t say it if this shit wasn’t true

I’ve got love for you

Back up in this bitch

With a bitch who ain’t good at doin' shit but takin' pictures

Got a nice butt, but suck at doin' dishes

Can’t clean a rug but she good at givin' kisses, right

She don’t really cook good, but she always look good

Baby oh, baby oh, baby

She’s amazing and she drives a Mercedes

And she still dress like the nineteen eighties

She knows everything I do, my window is a telescope

From her penthouse with a view

She can see me anywhere I go

I told her she can chill it’s all good baby

I live out that biggie line

As long as the head is right

You know I’ll come home every night

Now that ain’t warnin' but it’s more of test

Though when it comes to sex do you do it the best

Cause' if not I might move onto the next ho

So think about that before you give it a rest

Assured that she’s urgently workin on it

Surgically learning bout' twerkin on it

Wouldn’t say it if this shit wasn’t true

I’ve got love for you