Lyrics Trina – Fuck Love

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Fuck love, what’s that?
You fuckin’ round, then coming back
No time for games, I’ve got a plane to catch
I don’t want the ring if it ain’t meant

Tryina make this love thing work
Next minute I’d be thinking you’ve got a curve
This nigga got nerve, tryina play me for a bird
I don’t want this shit, you can keep that purse
You can keep that whip, you can have that bitch
You’ll never find another 10-caramel skin with the right tan
I don’t fuck with the hype man
So stop hyping shit like it’s still the first night, damn
Been that you hit it, ’bout a 100 times
From the room to the kitchen like one more round
When I used to the dishes you was all up in it
Now you wanna act different

Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!
All these rich niggas know me
I was in the benzo drop drop
A hundred bands on the trophy
Talking ’bout who you want I’m in the new Leron

And this king size is where you belong
And we argued until you was wrong
And I fucked around and tried to lose it all
But I-I showed up right back here
Late night for the night cap here
Take flight for the night back here
Fuck around and get it right back here
No one calling up
Is you gon fall or what
‘Cause when you fuck with me
You know it’s all or nothing

You’re tryina give a nigga tough love
But shawty know I give enough love
So mama if you keep this up love
Then you gon’ have me saying «Fuck Love»
FUCK LOVE FUCK LOVE
FUCK LOVE FUCK LOVE
Girl you have me saying FUCK LOVE
FUCK LOVE FUCK LOVE
Girl you have me saying…
Can’t let you go, can’t waste my time
Please don’t you tease it
Cause all that I’ve got to tell you
Is that all I want is you