Luyện nghe bài hát Love Don't Live Here Anymore

You me
Love don't live anymore
Just a
don't live here anymore

This is to all of my ladies in relations
this out

1]
I'm a lady who be keepin it real, you don't
time out, see how I feel
When I be in the SUV, I'm thinkin of you
I be rollin up a fat one, boy I'm thinkin of you
You got me like uuuuuhhhh
I'm feelin the rush, I like to
Let's get buck in the of the truck, so boy what's up?
whatever when it comes down to you
Well it was, until you made it clear I ain't for you
You just abandoned me, you left me
Heart broke,
Hearin love songs on the radio, remind me of you
They say a gangsta 'posed to cry
But I'm sheddin and I'm a gangsta until I die
I'm tellin you boy, they say no pain then no
Now they me playa because you teachin me all yo game
I say I ain't change, but then again peep me out
(Talking)
Ay yo, I think this shit is gonna work...
I'm to leave you, get out

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2]
Just be a man about it, you don't to lie to me
Nigga my house, you can get the fuck away from me
Take yo' car keys, get yo' fuckin clothes too
this mah credit card, hold up that's my bank book
Why you out here cheatin on me, I'm gettin my own on
(Nigga talkin') Ay girl, why you ain't answer god damn phone?
Uhh why nigga, I was
Nigga my ??? hea, pay my own light bill
I don't need you, got my own fingers for my sex
Shit, I'm a mack, you ain't heard my real name?
Mrs. Pimpin Thang, pussy to the fuckin brain
If you wanna play, get in the stroke yo'self
I ain't the one to be messed with, pimpin to my
Slip in and slip out, remember how used to be?
I would get so wet you put yo' love inside of me
But that's the past now, no more tail nights
No more poppin X, or sex asshole

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3]
I ain't get caught up in yo games
Personally, I think that is lame
Whachu doin err' now and when you wanna hit
I ain't givin yo ass shit, you'll be just trick
On my list of busta's, clusters
Rings, old game used to be so not
With yo' heart, boy you tore my soul apart
My XX plot, a nigga from the ???
With yo' inch cock, give it to me don't you stop
I fallin for you, hypnotized doubt you get my props
But now I'm single, bad tight
I ain't fuckin with no giggalos, ain't right
They wanna cut now, they cut later
They ain't yo ass then, they ain't call yo ass later
That's how it goes, I'm out the door, back
Hit me on my 2 Way when you
That's that on

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