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letra de do you love me? - ginger mane

[intro]

hey
yah

my baby girl ask me this question
all the motherf-ckin’ time

do you love me?
(tell me,tell me, tell me)
do you love me?
(tell me, tell me, tell me)
do you love me?
(tell me, tell me, tell me)
tell me do you love me!?

no i’m in my merkabeez
b-tch, i love my merkabeez

[verse 1]

that’s a joint whatchu looking at
yeah, it’s real ice on my wrist take a look at that
imma, high level bureaucrat
other people acting like democrats
pot so full, i have no mercy for them rats (rats)
listen to this sh-t; real rappers on the track
say my real name i gave that b-tch a slap (shu deyum)
now she double up and f-cked me like that
call out my homies
suu whoop

iced out wrist and i’m flooded
bad b-tch on my d-ck lovin’

pull out my whip
yeah, i’m gonna hit
who ever comes first
b-tch you gonna get flipped

iced out wrist and i’m flooded
bad b-tch on my d-ck lovin’
cry on me baby, but i’m stuntin’
my money comes quick and i’m bumpin’

[post-bridge]

could’ve pop’d up a xanny
wouldn’t cost me a penny
hopped in a rari
man, i only love beamer, benz or bentley!

[bridge 1]

beamer, benz or bentley!
(do you love me?)
beamer, benz or bentley!
(do you love me?)
lean against my belly
(do you love me?)
i see your man getting yelly
(benz, benz, benz)
(do you really love me?)

no i’m in my merkabeez
b-tch, i love my merkabeez

[verse 2]

flash on your t-tties on spot (pitchyu’)
sit you in a merkabeez you gonna lose your top
that’s a bad b-tch
all she wanna, get f-cked (f-ck yeah)
getting mad rich
you be on your -ss stuck, stuck, stuck
now b-tches wanna f-ck
they used to say that i’m ugly and i suck
but i’m busting all you rappers getting to the top (pop,pop,pop)
and you never gonna see me drop, (stop)
b-tch i got no drop top
panorama view, still i got you b-tch tucked (your b-tch)
under my belt got the best weed from the top shelf
yard sale, rolling up the blaze (light it, light it up) get the face melt
that’s some good show
when the moon goes
baby take them shoes off
when the moon goes
she gonna love my d-ck like a bag of tudors
lock my two doors
who knows how it goes (huh)
lay lows, there he goes (there he goes)

[bridge 2]

there he go, there he go, there he go (yah)
there he go, there he go, there he go (yuh)
there he go, there he goes, there he goes
there he go, there he goes, there he goes

[verse 3]

that’s it i’m gone
i’ve been thinking ’bout this sh-t for a moment
can you feel it?
i can feel it
i can feel it in my stomach and i know this
imma get this
imma get that
imma get this
imma do it for the homies
on my momma
imma stunner
imma gonna run up
never see me on the streets
i just sum up (yuh)
fill the bank; what a come up
you a bummer
black bandanna i don’t rep no f-ckin’ color
who the popa, spray the chopper
on me thousand, that’s one hunna’
kinda gotta feelin’ everybody wanna marry marijuana
you can k!ll me on the streets cuz’ a young boy flexin’
why you question my intension
i got demons on my dresser
ged is in my profession
who and where the f-ck is my tmz attentions
bbc i hate to say i get no mentions!

- ginger mane

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