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letra de what you know bout love (remix) - pop smoke

[verse 1: polo g]
i think about you on the road when i tear down the booth
girl, i can’t wait ’til i get home to f-ck the sh-t out of you
even on your worst days, girl, you still kind of cute
if it go down, i’m gon’ protect you, pull that stick out and shoot
all i want is your love, i can’t see no b-tch after you
off emotions, we did things that we didn’t have to do
scared of you leaving, i told lies when you asked for the truth
i second-guessed if you the one, that’s when i didn’t have a clue
they be martin and gina, but we ain’t think about behind the scenes
the way i k!ll it, lose her voice when shе tryin’ to scream
we from the trеnches, we moved onto the finer things
now you done went from h&m to a designer fiend

[verse 2: pop smoke]
shawty go jogging every morning (every morning)
and she make me breakfast almost every morning (every morning)
and she take a naked pic before she leave the door
i be waking up to pics before a n-gga yawning
and every weekend my shawty comin’ over (over)
shawty could fendi out but she like fashion nova (nova)
she ain’t driving no camry she pullin’ in a rover (rover)
with her hair so curly, i love you, baby

[chorus: pop smoke]
she said, “what you know ’bout love?” (i’ll tell you everything)
i got what you need (oh)
walk up in the store and get what you want (go get it)
you get what you please
we ’bout to get it on, take off them drawers (i said i love you, baby)
it’s just you and me
you know what i be on, i’m about to go raw (love you, baby)
’cause i like what i see
[verse 3: pop smoke]
look, baby, i said i ain’t gon’ front
you got my heart beating so fast to words i can’t pr-nounce
and i be getting the chills every time i feel your touch
i be looking at the top and girl, it’s only us
all i need is your trust
and girl i told you once, don’t make me tell you twice
i know you see this print through my pants that i know you like
and yo ass be looking so fat when it be in them tights
and i’m going straight to the top, so hope you ain’t afraid of heights
you always keep me right, for a fact, you never left
through all the trials and tribulations, always had my best
so here’s fifty-five hunnid, go and get your br–sts
start rubbin’ on your b-tt, start kissing on yo neck
hey batter, batter, hey batter, batter
n-ggas know i had to swing, i had to make a play
i had to apply the pressure, ’cause you my hidden treasure
i think i’m falling in love

- pop smoke

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