| This one goes for every girl holding they man down
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| And every man holding they girl down, yeah
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| I’m on the Ducati, I can’t even see the needle no more
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| My girl, she’s riding with me, lets go
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| I got suicide love for ya, ain’t a thing that I wouldn’t do for ya
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| In the middle of the gun fight, girl
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| The suicide doors would go up for ya
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| Take a bullet by my side for ya
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| Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you,
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| like he died for me
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| You’re my Bonnie, I’m your Cyde, lets ride
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| The thought of you, girl, with another man is the thought of me killing you
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| with a gun in my hand
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| Call my physcotic if you want to
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| But if I can’t have you, he can’t too
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| Cause cops will show up in the middle of the night, crimes and passion,
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| we gon' be alright
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| When she hear my voice, she let me climb her
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| And now she tippin' me like I’m a male stripper
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| Animal instinct must be the bookin zoo shot
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| Days in the background, sweeetest taboo
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| Karmasutra love, practice our positions
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| You would think we were that porn collection
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| I got suicide love for ya, ain’t a thing that I wouldn’t do for ya
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| In the middle of the gun fight, girl
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| The suicide doors would go up for ya
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| Take a bullet by my side for ya
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| Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you,
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| like he died for me
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| You’re my Bonnie, I’m your Clyde, lets ride
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| (Eve)
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| Can’t even explain all the feelings for my king
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| Compared to no other, all of them the same
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| Listen to my heartbeat, swear you hear his name
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| No, the sex ain’t crazy good, it’s insane
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| I see them chicks with the lust in they eyes
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| Try to get a taste, get bust in they eyes
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| Still a ruff ryda, don’t trust in them lies
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| Yes, ride for my daddy til the day that I die
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| Tattoed his name, and I’d do it again
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| True symbol of the love be the pleasure of pain
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| And I know this didn’t happen by chance
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| Call me alabama, I’m your true romance
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| I got suicide love for ya, ain’t a thing that I wouldn’t do for ya
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| In the middle of the gun fight, boy
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| The suicide doors would go up for ya
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| Take a bullet by my side for ya
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| (Wyclef)
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| Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you,
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| like he died for me
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| You’re my Bonnie, I’m your Clyde, lets ride
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| If you ever needed blood, I would cut myself
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| Just to bring you enough blood to bring back your health
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| And now you looking at my smiling in that hospital bed
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| Saying nigga, gotta be something wrong with your man’s head
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| But the fact is I’m in love with you
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| And ain’t a thing that I wouldn’t do for you
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| Yeah, yeah, imagine the man saying bitch to my queen-down goes your head,
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| out goes the guilentine
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| And I got no mercy, but when it comes to this love, I would go on a killing
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| spree
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| Whatever it takes for you to be with me
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| She’s like yourrrr so crazy
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| I got suicide love for ya, ain’t a thing that I wouldn’t do for ya
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| In the middle of the gun fight, girl
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| The suicide doors would go up for ya
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| Take a bullet by my side for ya
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| Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you,
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| like he died for me
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| You’re my Bonnie, I’m your Clyde, lets ride
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| Lets ride, lets ride, lets ride |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suicide Love , by - Wyclef Jean. Song from the album From the Hut, to the Projects to the Mansion (DJ Drama Presents Wyclef Jean a.k.a. Toussaint St. Jean), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп