Lyrics Looking for Love - Quilly, City Rominiecki

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