Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where's the Love, artist - Lil Troy. Date of issue: 28.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where's the Love |
| Momma told me there’d be days like this, but I didn’t listen |
| Never question the woman’s intuition |
| My ambition is to give you what you missin, sweet love |
| Take off your shoes, come and get your feet rubbed |
| Us in the tub, takin bubble baths, that’ll be the shit |
| Anybody that don’t believe this can eat a dick |
| I think we soul mates, cause we got so much in common |
| You make them hoes wait, when you find the proper woman |
| Lay next to me, put yo' head on my chest |
| Attraction stimulates me but it’s not all about sex |
| I respect you got a mind and you… self sufficient |
| Opinonated… yet know how to listen |
| Now what’s mine is yours, if I’m ballin you ballin |
| Tell that other nigga, he can stop callin |
| Check this out |
| Chorus: Lil' Troy (repeat 4X) |
| I want to be your man |
| Where the love at? |
| Where the love at? |
| I wanna be your man baby; |
| I’m talkin about |
| Providin you with all of life’s. |
| securities — I mean |
| I think the first step is, goin to pick out some rings |
| What you like? |
| Baguettes and pistol skirts |
| Can I spend a night, without givin you my ends tonight? |
| Cause I gotta catch a early flight |
| What you yellin bout? |
| The simple fact that I’m bailin out? |
| I’m makin moves, my album sellin out |
| I need some affection, love could you teach me a lesson |
| I might be sittin fat down here in Texas, but the thugs is mean |
| So how deep is your love for me? |
| How real do you cut for me? |
| If the laws came and got me, how long would you-a stuck with me? |
| If not long then don’t fuck with me |
| I want you down on my team and support, when I’m tryin to make my green |
| If you’re real, I’ll throw some carats in your ring |
| I’ll make it last forever, cause you know I had that cash forever |
| We can ball till we pass together baby |
| Where the love at |
| Hahah, yeah |
| My nigga Lil' Troy, Short Stop Records |
| Puttin down like a G.O.. |
| That’s how we get our groove on! |
| Recognize the mob, I bet you co-workers stare |
| When they — see the flowers that I’m sendin to your job |
| Read the cards, stick it in your purse, let’s keep it rosy |
| Cause everybody so nosy |
| So you can’t believe what people say |
| Misery loves company — tell them keep away, it’ll be ok |
| If you trust in me to make it right |
| Before I hit you I’ll freak ya that’s on my baby’s life |
| Will you be my wife? |
| Please take this ring — let it serve as a token |
| To make you realize baby I ain’t jokin |
| I’m copin, but my adversaries got me noid |
| I need a God-fearin woman, who understands my heart |
| Leave your baggage from past relationships, out of the picture |
| I put my old flames out and changed, all of my digits |
| And that’s real |
| I want to be your man, sober |
| Ain’t really no need to question me |
| And we’re together as far as. |
| For my loyalty or my commitment life |
| You know my presence, but you alone, should let you know |
| You don’t want to mess with me |
| I need you to spend time with me |
| I brang the heat |
| You want to play? |
| It ain’t a thing to me |
| You say you changed, you look the same to me |
| Eat and ball too much |
| On the real, cause I done stall too much |
| Girl I want you all too much |
| Ain’t no way in the world, me and you can ball too much |
| Imagine having cabbage, straight lavish |
| Your friends wish they can have it |
| Cause I push a Rolex, sip crystal glasses of Moet |
| Don’t listen to your friends about me cheatin |
| They don’t know that, your best friend want me |
| Tell that ho that, fo' sho' dat |
| You know she want the kids you shoulda knew this, true this |
| Few real niggas left, I’m one of the fewest |
| Holla at me girl, I’m Ardis, we can do this |
| Do that love thing girl, so I can prove that |
| Chorus (to fade) |