Posed to Be in Love

Lyrics
[Intro] Ho tell me the other day she sent a nigga to jail Man, I thought it was legal to beat yo ho, shit it's yo ho, fuck! [Hook] Blowing up the phone, don't she see me calling her I whip up in the driveway, she done packed up all my stuff And I'm like what the fuck, can't even talk to her I ain't gon' lie this pussy good, it make me feel like stalkin' her We supposed to be in love, we posed to be in love We supposed to be in love, till it ain't no breaking up And we supposed to be in love, till it ain't no breaking up Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out We posed to be in love, Any way that we can talk about It ain't no walking out, we posed to be in love Any way that we can talk about it, ain't no walking out We posed to be in love [Verse 1] How the fuck is you, why the fuck is you falling all in yo feelings? No understanding I'm ignorant You gonna probably say that I'm tripping Throw the left hand, you duck that one This right bitch won't miss you Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no question No surrender, no retreat, park the whip, hop out on feet Me and her brother juuged together He bet not get in my business This shit serious, if you with it, shit get injured, did I mention? How I'm rockin', you gon' pop me or it's back to penitentiary [Hook] Blowing up the phone, she see me calling her I whip up in the driveway, she done packed up all my stuff And I'm like what the fuck, can't even talk to her I ain't gone lie this pussy good, it make me feel like stalkin' her We supposed to be in love, we supposed to be in love We supposed to be in love, till it ain't no breaking up And we supposed to be in love, till it ain't no breaking up Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out We posed to be in love Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out We posed to be in love Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out We posed to be in love [Verse 2] Hop up out the shower, you got louder, I bow bow you Ripped the gown you, had around you Threw you down, and smelled yo flounder If he jizz that, dick you down, I would've toilet water drowned you I know my heart is pounding, I don't talk around a lot of niggas I don't know I don't know, blowing up yo momma like momma We having problems passin' by yo house like Come outside before we get violent, lights off, mask on, silent Blowing up the phone
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Credits
- Writers
- Kevin Gates