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Master P - If lyrics
(feat. Curren$y, Souya) [Master P (Souya)] Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard Go out there and get this paper You wit it? (yeah I'm wit it) Then let's ride then (alright) [Chorus: Master P (Souya)] If them people find that steal (I'll take a case for you) If I go to jail (I'm a wait for you) If they question you (I ain't gonna say nothin') If I need bail (I'm a bring the money) [Master P] I ain't checkin' you shorty But it's somethin' I need to know How serious this relationship is And how far can it go See, love and respect is somethin' you gotta earn And if we don't keep up with each other, then somebody else get a turn Would you ask me why if I told you to carry a gun And do you know how to spur me if I just wanted to have some fun Can a thug get a massage if I needed your hands And would you jump in the ride if I told you to bring me them thangs If a nigga tried to get at me would you ride for me And if you couldn't swim would you take a dive for me I know you like gifts, so I could buy you things Like Benzs, Jaguars, ?? bubble-eyed Range No obligation, I'm just tryin' to keep it real Would you argue, fuss and fight when I need you to chill Can you be cute and still be freakin' When I leave out the door you ain't gonna try to be sneakin' If I go to jail you can ?? my people I need you Lord till I come home and be the sequel [Chorus] [Curren$y] I been through a lot of girls in my life But never found one who down to ride like you ride If it's a problem then you gon' be right by my side Even if I got a couple keys I need you to hide 'Cause you a real chick One that I can chill with and bill with Help me get my hustle on, climb up on the mill with Even through the trouble you don't want a nigga still with When it's said and done gon' be the one I have my kids with Yeah you my baby girl, livin' in this crazy world Wanted you a burner so I bought you a 380 girl You understand my life and know that it's hard for me And you the kind of girl I know my mama would want for me And if the coppers stop us I know you'll take the charge for me Makin' sure, stack some bricks in the trunk of your car for me We live the lifestyle of ballers and stars and shit And I'm out here grindin' to make sure we can afford the shit [Chorus - 2X] |
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