Lyrics Z–Ro – Love These Bitches
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I love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
I love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
I love these bitches
I love these bitches
I don’t be in the regular club, I be in the strip club
Lap dancing on me, a good way to stiffen my dick up
If you’s a bad bitch, you need to come and see about me
I’m full of nut, maybe you can get two or three up out me
Plies call it pecking, I call it good neck
I can go all night on a muddy cup, and a lorry set
Hope you don’t think I’ma pay for it, that’s a no-no
Just the drank man and the kush man, get some of Ro do’
I’m out on bond baby, they bout to take me to trial
And if I lose, I won’t be back on the streets for a while
So while I’m here, gon’ do some’ing that’ll make me smile
And I promise, I’ma try not to get it in your eye
I love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
I love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
I love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
I love these bitches
I love these bitches
You talking I be in love with you, I barely know ya
When we get finished, I’ma roll over ain’t gon’ hold ya
You beautiful, but look even better when you bend over
Fuck love, I’m keeping it pimping like I’m suppose to
My dick is a weapon, and good pussy is it’s holster
Love the pussy, but not as much as I love dosha
But both of them bitches go together, like corn and okra
Red hit me up, with all of the yellas on the North
I don’t handcuff em I bust em up, and then I drop em off
Falling in love at fist sight, that ain’t what I’m about
I’m a walking talking X pill, my dick ain’t never soft
I love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
I love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
I love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
I love these bitches
I love these bitches
Big titties big ass, red bottom that’s my bitch
It’s a foreign outside with elbows on it, that’s my shit
You think it’s a gun in my pocket, baby that’s my dick
I ain’t the average nigga, you gotta pay to ride my shit
It’s the King of Da Ghetto express, we full speed ahead
I ain’t even letting the window down, until I see the bread
It’s artist season homie, I ain’t trying to see the feds
You can keep the pussy mama, I just wanna see the head
Domer Simpson, a damn villain like Linon
Cigarillo got me spinning, I got that shit from Big Lennon
That shit so strong the bitch hit it, and took all her clothes off
Told her to open wide, because I cannot feed a closed mouth
I love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
I love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
I love these bitches
But I don’t really love these bitches
I love these bitches
I love these bitches
