Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Looking for Love , by - QuillyRelease date: 20.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Looking for Love |
| You stay down until you come up, you know that right? |
| You gettin' what you put out |
| Let’s get it |
| You’ve been looking for love in the trap house |
| You’ve been lost, you don’t know where you at |
| You’ve been workin' on it, you wanna prove somethin' |
| You can keep on gettin' it (?) |
| But if the head right, if the head right |
| I’ll be there every night |
| If the head right, if the head right, I’ll be there every night |
| Even tho you was a crack fiend mama |
| You always was a black Queen mama |
| I fell in love wit the trap house |
| Golden State, I made a dub in the trap house |
| I’m wit my trap queen, I blow her back out |
| Wake up, fuck again, and count that money till we pass out |
| We hit the mall, Louie/Fendi, Gucci, cash out |
| Back in the studio, litty; |
| know Quilly black out |
| I got you cleanin' for me, I got you cookin for me |
| We ridin' dirty, put the work right in your pussy for me |
| Crack baby, was born the 80s |
| I grew up bummy so it’s only right I’m gettin' wavy |
| Pullin' all nighters wit the drug addicts |
| Pancakes and syrup, 1000 dollar habits |
| Lookin' for love in the wrong places |
| 20s, 50s and 100s, but I love all faces |
| Hook: City Rominiecki] |
| You’ve been looking for love in the trap house |
| You’ve been lost, you don’t know where you at |
| You’ve been workin' on it, you wanna prove somethin' |
| You can keep on gettin' it (?) |
| But if the head right, if the head right |
| I’ll be there every night |
| If the head right, if the head right, I’ll be there every night |
| Bitch, I started from the bottom, on my way up to the top |
| Hug my mom then hug the block |
| Spent all night at Sunny’s spot |
| 16, I fell in love wit the block, fell in love wit the trap |
| Fell in love wit the pot, fell in love wit my Glock |
| Gettin' money felt easy to me |
| NWA; |
| fuck the cops |
| Baking Soda, Coca-Cola, trappin' off my Motorola |
| Ran them routes like Randy Moss, hangin wit Vikings; |
| Minnesota |
| 17, I went to jail, fuck the judge; |
| denied my bail |
| I feel like I’m Heaven sent, it’s only right I give em hell |
| Hangin' wit the wrong crowd, peer pressure; |
| bad influence |
| Fell back from the trap, picked up the mic |
| Fell in love wit music |
| Now it’s back to back shows nigga |
| Now switchin' up flows nigga |
| Now I’m drippin' that sauce on em |
| Bankroll don’t fold nigga |
| I don’t need your help, I’m good |
| Get my mom up out that hood |
| Even tho I love my block, I’ma put my family up in them woods |
| Hustle hard; |
| I did it, stayed down; |
| was committed |
| Used to have that bomb on me |
| Now bout to blow; |
| John Wick it |
| Hook: City Rominiecki] |
| You’ve been looking for love in the trap house |
| You’ve been lost, you don’t know where you at |
| You’ve been workin' on it, you wanna prove somethin' |
| You can keep on gettin' it (?) |
| But if the head right, if the head right |
| I’ll be there every night |
| If the head right, if the head right, I’ll be there every night |