Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love For Free, artist - Rell.
Date of issue: 11.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love For Free |
Uh huh uh, ji ji Roc-a-Fella y’all |
Jigga, Rell, nine-eight edition |
This is Roc-a-Fella for life, this is Roc-a-Fella for life |
This is Roc-a-Fella for life, this is Roc-a-Fella for life |
I play my parts with the honies hard |
It’s gotten even worse now that the money’s washed |
Like a letter y’all, the nine-eight find me straight |
Good health, can’t complain about my financial state |
What else? |
I guess tomorrow knows |
I run through chicks like borrowed clothes |
I’m the type of nigga your father oppose, never test Jay |
You follow the code, ese, on my best day |
I’m like God with a blow, bless me Baby, why are you chasing that man? |
Knowing that he can’t, love you like I can |
I guess you’d rather chase, instead of feeling |
what’s real inside, I got to thinking |
And I hope you realize (all this love for free) |
(Better come and get it soon) Hurry hurryahahyyy |
(Please, don’t take too long) I want your love babe |
(Before it’s all gone, I just wanna put you on) |
The apple of my eye, sweet cherry surprise |
Let me up inside, of your body tonight |
There’s so much that we can do and I’ll do you, know how much I wanna |
taste your lovin, so good (all this love for free) |
(Better come and get it soon) Hurry baby |
(Please, don’t take too long) Cause I want your love |
(Before it’s all gone, I just wanna put you on) |
(Hurry hurry hurry, hurry baby cause I can’t wait) |
(Hurry hurry hurry, cause later on might be too late) |
Gotta hurry (Hurry hurry hurry, tell me whatcha gonna do) |
(Hurry hurry hurry, there’s too many dimes for me to choose) |
Baby you got me (got me goin) |
Goin round in circles (tell me why) |
And I can’t explain whyaayiyyy (I need your love) |
Can’t get enough of your love |
Yea yea yea |
In the SL with Rell, music at a high decimal |
Mami frontin, touchin buttons like she spec-ial |
cause she sex well, in the best tell, rapper filla cartel |
Excel-ing like Hyundai, Sunday to Sunday |
it’s for the nachoes, come out the clothes |
And baby girl if it’s Hammer time, then hide your toes |
The game cold like, five below, but once inside the show |
we to’it down; |
about that money, we throw it around |
So when the ice hit the sun rays, run for shade |
Game’s over, we didn’t come to play |
The fuck y’all thinking? |
Round and round in circles |
(Tell me why) I can’t explain why |
(I need your love) Can’t get enough of your love |
Baby I’ve got all this love (all this love for free) |
(Better come and get it soon) Baby baby baby |
(Please don’t take too long) I want your love babe |
(Before it’s all gone, I just wanna put you on) |
Can you feel me growing baby |
(All this love for free… better come and get it soon…) |
Let me keep it going… |