Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song And I Love You, artist - Rich Boy. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
And I Love You |
| I remember when I met’cha I was only sixteen |
| Who would ever thought that me and you would get this cream? |
| We took a lot of trips together, you stayed down |
| Remember when we start hoppin' on that Greyhound? |
| She say she like to play hide and seek in the ride |
| And sure I’ll open up the trunk and hide her inside |
| She say she think I’m cheatin' wit' a girl named Jane |
| You ain’t just my babay, bitch, you my everythang |
| I was broke but you maintained better |
| As long as me and you together we can get this cheddar |
| Whatever, her name white Sally |
| I met her through my homeboy Rico out in Cali |
| I thank Reagan for the haters when ya got hard |
| Ya bought me jewels, gator shoes and some big cars |
| Yeah you took me out the hood gave me good thangs |
| Now we on a private plane eatin' chicken wangs |
| (And I love you) You the reason why I ride good |
| You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good |
| (And I love you) You the reason why these hoes choose |
| You the reason why a nigga sprayed candy on my old school |
| (And I love you) You the reason why I quarterback |
| Took a nigga out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac |
| That’s why I get it how I live boy |
| Cause you took me from a young broke nigga to a rich boy |
| And I love you babay, mwah, hugs and kisses |
| Fuck them niggas and fuck them bitches |
| Been in this game since 1998 |
| Nigga take the safety and shit but I’m great |
| Maybe it’s fate destiny, you tell me |
| Damn near ten and that shit been free |
| But I’m P.T. |
| so I gots to cruise nigga |
| Really ain’t shit to prove to y’all niggas |
| All the cars, all the clothes |
| Wit' all the stars, and all the hoes |
| First class flights a nigga live in the lights |
| But see you in the dark, this stuff is kinda hard |
| See where I park, valet costs a note |
| Drop another fifty just to check my coat |
| Probably leave wit' yo' chick, know how I do |
| It’s Pastor Disaster baby, I love you |
| Took me from a gun totin' nigga to a Big Boi |
| Too legit to slip now I got papers on my shit boi |
| And not just my weapons I’m talkin' 'bout titles and deeds |
| You payin' rent you can’t afford and can’t break out of ya lease |
| I’m out of ya league, I might as well be Ivy |
| All over ya ass like injections in a stripper’s hiney |
| Rhyming is a skill that requires timing |
| Like dual ejaculation while my lady’s riding |
| I’m 'bout to cum (I'm 'bout to cum) at the same time |
| You satisfied? |
| (I'm satisfied) that’s how I slang mine |
| A generation came up under my style |
| From penetration of the nation when I was just a child |
| Now, who’s really in the critics talk 'bout me |
| Andre 3000 and three mo' niggas that’s really fie |
| Let me break it down, I get fly at that mouth |
| I, stay fresh to the hosiery we 'posed to be |
| Them niggas from the south so |
| One to the two the three the fo' |
| Satisfied? |
| (I'm satisfied) Then I’mma hit 'cha some mo' |