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letra de zarah dis is why a nigga love u - ruben slikk

[intro]
ooh, yeah-yeah
ooh-ooh

[chorus]
don’t let no one tell you i don’t love you
zarah, how did you become my world?
from the very moment that i saw you
i couldn’t even think of any words
silky, curly hair, big titty shawty
spend some time wit’ me and smoke some herb
told me don’t be so illegal, shawty
it’s how i count your love, in every word
i’ma trick it off and let you ride me
i’m so godd-mn lucky you my girl
know you like slow and when it’s sloppy
it’s runnin’ down my chin and down my shirt

[verse]
baby, you’re the only one i need, f-ck them ho’s
you ain’t gotta worry ’bout it, you the baddest in the world
lately your my dream west african queen
light skin yellowbonе wit’ the baby hair curls
i don’t even know whеre i’m goin’ in this life
will i die on a mission when i’m only tryna serve?
shawty, i respect you, and i never will neglect you
i’ll protect you, and i’ll listen when you tellin’ what i heard
zarah, trust me, tell me everything that crosses your mind
i wanna make you mine
i’m so musty, you still wanna cuddle, and you don’t mind
i think you’re so divine (slikk, slikk, slikk)
let me catch fat hot naps in the sack (phew)
you can handle this while a n-gga handle that (yeah)
perfect pretty face, on top of that your titties fat (wow)
i be to coke what he be to bap
the money keep on callin’ even when the sky is fallin’ (yeah)
fetus in your tummy from my skeet is what i’m wantin’ (finance)
and i’m just bein’ me if i get greedy when i want it
i bet you won’t believe how much my p-n-s [?]
just bossed up in the c-nt like a red neck
only f-ck sl-ts in the past, n-gga, f-ck that
livin’ for my baby, no one else could ever touch that
f-ck her in her mouth, and leave her wit’ a nut moustache
livin’ in her house, and in her mouth i put the rugrats
grateful for my bed and weed and place to eat my grub at
fashion, fashion, shawty like my fashion
bags on my eyes like thriller, mike jackson
why i’m on the grind? ben franks and the jacksons
evil b-tch [?] tax him
[chorus]
don’t let no one tell you i don’t love you
zarah, how did you become my world?
from the very moment that i saw you
i couldn’t even think of any words
silky, curly hair, big titty shawty
spend some time wit’ me and smoke some herb
told me don’t be so illegal, shawty
it’s how i count your love, in every word
i’ma trick it off and let you ride me
i’m so godd-mn lucky you my girl
know you like slow and when it’s sloppy
it’s runnin’ down my chin and down my shirt

[outro]
i know sometimes your mine
you’ll bring me sunshine
so fine, so kind, so blind
hit more than one time
i know sometimes your mine
you’ll bring me sunshine
so fine, so kind, so blind
hit more than one time
ooh, ooh, ooh
and you know i still f-ckin’ love you
even i already f-ckin’ f-cked

- ruben slikk

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