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letra de name of love remix - ice spice & dusty locane

[intro: bebe rexha & ice spice]
you bring me back to life
and it’s all in the name of love
stop playin’ with ’em, riot

[chorus: ice spice]
gave you love, give it back (grrt)
i’m a smoochie, like, do not attach (don’t attach)
don’t assume where i’m at (where i’m at)
it get heavy so i never lack (it get heavy)
i picked you, i thought you was different (different)
like (grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
and f-ck all them b-tches, you swear i be trippin’, like
[verse 1: ice spice]
i know i’m not trippin’, i know i’m not buggin’ (buggin’)
i try to talk, but you switchin’ the subject
don’t act like it’s nothin’ when you up to somethin’
don’t act like we cuffin’ when we out in public (nah)
had to dub him, too grimy, i can’t love him (like)
d-mn, i love when he give me scolatti (scolatti)
why these b-tches be all on my body? (grrah, grrah)
do a song, the next day, they all copy (facts)
if i told you a lie, would you dip? (would you dip?)
would you say what you actually did? (what you did?)
you a clown ’cause i’m actually it (like)
i put all of my pain in a spliff (grrah)
b-tches owin’ me money like rick (grrah)
i can’t stand ’em
only want him if he bandsome
put it on him like a dancer (like a dancer)

[chorus: ice spice & dusty locane]
gave you love, give it back (grrt, give it back)
i’m a smoochie, like, do not attach (don’t attach, don’t attach)
don’t assume where i’m at (where i’m at, where i’m at)
it get heavy so i never lack (it get heavy, i can’t lack)
i picked you, i thought you was different (different, different)
like (grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah, grrt-grrt)
and f-ck all them b-tches, you swear i be trippin’, like (feva, rrr)
[verse 2: dusty locane]
look, in the end, if it’s meant to be
then it’s all gon’ work out (work out)
i can focus on nothin’ inside of my hand (my hand)
got a brother, he perc’d out
and that’s due to the trenches, he don’t put in pain
understand why he hurt now
g feva gon’ up on the glock
ain’t no question, that boy let it fly
i’m back on my–, back on my bullsh-t
walk down, empty the full clip
lil’ mama ain’t scared [?] up the pipe
pass the .40, i’m leavin’ him clueless
and i had to remind her
she goin’ through them, right there beside her
slim thick baddie
it wasn’t easy, had to go find her
i was searchin’
tryna figure if lil’ mama worth it
y’all hear all the sh-t that you talkin’ in raps?
let me see it in person
you was chosen, ain’t no clonin’
first we empty the clip then reload it
i’ma always keep that sh-t floatin’
i’m just tryna know what’s your motive
[chorus: ice spice & dusty locane]
gave you love, give it back (grrt, give it back)
i’m a smoochie, like, do not attach (don’t attach, i do not attach)
don’t assume where i’m at (where i’m at, where i’m at)
it get heavy so i never lack (it get heavy, never lack)
i picked you, i thought you was different (different, different)
like (grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah, grrt-grrt-grrt)
and f-ck all them b-tches, you swear i be trippin’, like (i swear i be trippin’)

- ice spice dusty locane

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