Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Spell, artist - Masta Killa. Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love Spell |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| And you can have anything |
| Baby, if you roll with me |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Tell us, who is this refine black queen, eyes so innocent |
| Vanilla cherry scented, can I get to know you? |
| Let’s exchange digits, slide, so we can kick it |
| The night is almost over, gave a C note to the chauffeur |
| Your place, or mines, she said «Mines'll be fine |
| I rarely find the time to dine and unwind |
| With working full time, you know, and school, partime |
| Are you listening?» |
| I said «Yes, love, I’m knowledging |
| The ball game is on, kinda distracting my attention |
| Not to ignore you, I didn’t mean to bore |
| Just thought I’d speak less, strive to listen more» |
| My cheri amore, you make the heart skip a beating |
| I miss your warm greeting, when we’re not speaking |
| How’s L.A. for the weekend, sound? |
| 'Nuff deniro, shopping spree, Reserdero? |
| Momma said never trust him, it’s only logic |
| I scope out every exit, and open every closet |
| And you can have anything |
| Baby, if you roll with me |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I choose the best, but for myself |
| That makes you my queen |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| How beautiful is she to have the God Degree ready? |
| Veggie stirred fried, with the carrot juice side |
| Pretty feet, pretty hands, there she lie tanning |
| Bending with the sand, I docked the yacht |
| Stepped ashore, greeted the queen |
| As only a king should, unveiled the hood |
| Kneel as she stood, before me |
| She spoke softly, butt ass, she stood naked |
| With the bow-legged stance, so sexy |
| Sweet temptation, look how the rain come down |
| Your hormones pound, you moan with passion |
| Uteris contracting, time for some action |
| Cream rising, your breast at attention |
| Who is the original man? |
| Got your quoting |
| Lookin' in the mirror, you ride, I hold it open |
| Short long stroking to death… (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| And the drama stay major, I need a genie |
| If you can hold away, then come and see me |
| I’m guaranteed to make it rain, every spring but ahh |
| I know you love me, even when you cursing me out |
| Waited up til the candles burnt out |
| Ahhh -- please forgive me, I’m out here scrapin' |
| Drapin' niggas up, stackin' and takin' |
| A whole lotta paper, it’s gonna take years and years |
| For me to express, the love elevation |
| The hell we go through, gives me the motivation |
| To get it right, makin' up at night |
| It’s all worth the aggrivation, black woman through you |
| I’mma build me a nation, nation… of Gods and Earths (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, |
| yeah) |
| I choose the best, but for myself |
| That makes you my queen |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Lovin' you, it looks so sweet |
| So sexy, and still discrete |
| Lovin' you, it looks so sweet |
| So sexy, and still discrete |