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letra de would you luh me? (street version) - the bad seed

the bad seed – “would you luh me?”
[produced by nottz]

[intro: the bad seed]
uh. copy that. word? is that so? how ‘bout that? let me ask you a question though: you love me if i was broke? i-i-i don’t believe this. (word). we love the rap life, ma. gutter rap life. (better know it). we love to blaze lingerie. (let’s go)

[hook: the bad seed] (x2)
would you love me when i’m broke? (i hope you love me when i’m broke)
would you love when i’m rich? (i hope you’ll always be my b-tch)
mami, tell me: if the cash get low, do the -ss get low?
tell me, would you know? h-ll no

[verse 1: the bad seed]
i can tell your -ss lying. i can see your lips move
you probably do the same sh-t every other b-tch do
think, “bad seed live how them other tricks do”
remember: you ain’t picked seed. seed picked you
would you call me off-the-hook if i wasn’t writing hooks?
and i spent all day running wild with the crooks?
would you tell me that you love me if i was b-tt-ugly?
no dough, peasy hair, kicks all grungy
would you be my b-tch if i didn’t have no chips?
that’s a d-mn lie. i’ve done seen you hopping out of whips
s-cl-sses, ranges, tvs in the dashes
six coupes, prada boots. why you lie to duke?
but you can’t get the dough, mami. keep your knees up
everything got you men in love—sign a prenup
all these hoes down, seed up. you know how it be, but
take your bra off, let me see them c cups

[verse 2: the bad seed]
if you the same chick, drink cris’ cold-wrist
you’ve got to be the same chick, know what broke is
no benz drop-tops. just tokens
outspoken, keep the p-ssy open. now
mami, when i’m low, this is all of my dough
and that goes for every d-mn broad i know (oh!)
got you at my show and you peeped the earlobe (oh!)
seen the way it’s spinning. now you want to feel those (oh!)
tell me if i ain’t look like dough, ho
would you even be here? nah, i ain’t think so
you could drink more. just get it yourself
and when you need d-ck, i’m here—you can’t hit it yourself
think it’s funny, ma? you’re kidding yourself. matter fact
let’s go. bring your -ss, get rid of yourself

[outro: the bad seed]
they’re crazy. they’re crazy. word up. cut that sh-t off

- the bad seed

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