Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Me, artist - Oz Sparx
Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love Me |
'Member I was trappin' with the guys |
Bet you we posted outside, no, these niggas ain’t fuckin' with me |
Shawty, you ain’t fuckin' with a scrub |
I’m posted with that fire case a nigga run up on me (Oh) |
'Member I was trappin' with the guys |
Bet you we posted outside, no, these niggas ain’t fuckin' with me |
Shawty, you ain’t gotta lie to me, I know that you don’t really love me (Oh-oh) |
I put Sheneneh on your body |
Any time I’m in your city, hit me up because I know you wanna fuck me (Oh-oh) |
Honestly, don’t wanna talk at all |
Don’t wanna talk at all, 'less we talkin' 'bout some money (Oh-oh) |
Keep reminiscin' on the days that I was dusty (Oh-oh) |
These bitches trippin', got her sippin' on that bubbly (Uh-uh) |
You can look at me, but please don’t touch me (Uh-uh) |
You can look at me, but please don’t touch me (Oh-oh) |
Bitch, I’m way too smart for you to treat me like a dummy (Oh-oh) |
Shawty give me brain but she ain’t even gotta study (Oh-oh) |
Codeine in my Sprite, you know I’m sippin' on that muddy |
I don’t give a fuck about these bitches, they’re distractin' (Oh-oh) |
I ain’t never been the type of nigga to be lackin' (Uh-uh) |
We gon' spin your block because we really 'bout that action |
Can’t talk to a cop because I never knew what happened (Uh-uh) |
Please don’t ask no questions |
King Oz, you can’t treat me like a peasant (Slatt, slatt) |
You can’t be my lady, maybe you can be my best friend |
In this new Mercedes just so you can feel my presence (Skrrt, skrrt) |
'Member all them days when we was trappin' out the Honda |
I was on the block and I was sellin' that Madonna |
Fuck around and cook it in your face like Benihana (Oh-oh) |
Shawty keep on feelin' on my shirt 'cause it’s designer (Oh-oh) |
(DB the plug) Shawty, you ain’t fuckin' with a scrub (Oh-oh) |
I’m posted with that fire case a nigga run up on me (Oh) |
'Member I was trappin' with the guys |
Bet you we posted outside, no, these niggas ain’t fuckin' with me |
Shawty, you ain’t fuckin' with a scrub (Oh-oh) |
I’m posted with that fire case a nigga run up on me (Oh-oh) |
'Member I was trappin' with the guys (Oh-oh) |
Bet you we posted outside, no, these niggas ain’t fuckin' with me |
Shawty, you ain’t gotta lie to me, I know that you don’t really love me |
I put Sheneneh on your body |
Any time I’m in your city, hit me up because I know you wanna fuck me (Oh-oh) |
Honestly, don’t wanna talk at all |
Don’t wanna talk at all, 'less we talkin' 'bout some money (Oh-oh) |
Keep reminiscin' on the days that I was dusty (Oh-oh) |
These bitches trippin', got her sippin' on that bubbly (Uh-uh) |
You can look at me, but please don’t touch me (Uh-uh) |
Keep it on the low, just promise you won’t tell nobody (Oh-oh) |
Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause she rollin' off a molly (Oh-oh) |
She gon' pop a pill and she gon' turn into a zombie |
Fuck around and drop a bomb on it, kamikaze |
I ain’t really fuckin' with that bitch 'cause she a eater (Oh-oh) |
Crazy 'cause you prolly told your mom that she a keeper (Oh-oh) |
I was in the game and you was sittin' on the bleachers (Oh-oh) |
Yeah, I’m worried 'bout this money, I don’t really need her, oh |
Shawty, you ain’t fuckin' with a scrub |
I’m posted with that fire case a nigga run up on me |
'Member I was trappin' with the guys |
Bet you we posted outside, no, these niggas ain’t fuckin' with me |
Shawty, you ain’t fuckin' with a scrub |
I’m posted with that fire case a nigga run up on me |
'Member I was trappin' with the guys |
Bet you we posted outside, no, these niggas ain’t fuckin' with me |
Shawty, you ain’t gotta lie to me, I know that you don’t really love me (Oh-oh) |
I put Sheneneh on your body |
Any time I’m in your city, hit me up because I know you wanna fuck me (Oh-oh) |
Honestly, don’t wanna talk at all |
Don’t wanna talk at all, 'less we talkin' 'bout some money (Oh-oh) |
Keep reminiscin' on the days that I was dusty (Oh-oh) |
These bitches trippin', got her sippin' on that bubbly (Uh-uh) |
You can look at me, but please don’t touch me (Uh-uh) |