Nasty C - I Love You Lyrics

(Oh, oh, oh-oh)
(Oh, oh, oh-oh)
(Oh, oh, oh-oh)
(Oh, oh, oh-oh)

She wanna get geeked and dance, dance, dance
I'm talking about hips and feet
Been hitting these streets, just cabs, cabs, cabs
I'm talking about chips and treats
Getting no sleep, just bags, bags, bags
'Cause none of this shit comes cheap
This life is too sweet and fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast

Yeah, tryna get by
Marijuana, she gotta get high
We fucked for an hour
She gotta go cry
And then I looked deep in her eyes
And told a good lie

I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)
I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)
I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)
I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)

This gyal no dey tire
She's always chasin' the fire
If you're selling dreams, she a buyer
She'll jack you off like you're changing' a tyre
Tyre

Callin' me daddy, cause her's is a naaier
Holdin' me tight as a plier
The search for affection is dire
The industry messed with her wires
It's 'cause of the hoes she admire

I would tell her the streets don't love her
But I don't wanna preach to the choir
She's swingin' from liar to liar
Swingin' like Toby Maguire
She's a beautiful person at heart
But shorty's a ugly crier

She wanna get geeked and dance, dance, dance
I'm talking about hips and feet
Been hitting these streets, just cabs, cabs, cabs
I'm talking about chips and treats
Getting no sleep, just bags, bags, bags
'Cause none of this shit comes cheap
This life is too sweet and fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast

Yeah, tryna get by
Marijuana, she gotta get high
We fucked for an hour
She gotta go cry
And then I looked deep in her eyes
And told a good lie

I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)
I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)
I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)
I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)

One strike, one strike
Two strike, three strikes
She doesn't know what's good for her
She just knows what she like
She just live for the light
She just live for the night
Is she wrong, is she right?
It's her choice, it's her right (I love it here)

She's so sweet, so polite
If it's worth a fight, it's on sight
You fuck with Michaela
She'll go from Michaela to Mike

And she twerks with a sheisty
It's a little weird, but enticing
And I like it
She got all the traits of a pisces
But her lifestyle's too dicey

Wanna get geeked and dance, dance, dance
I'm talking about hips and feet
Been hitting these streets, just cabs, cabs, cabs
I'm talking about chips and treats
Getting no sleep, just bags, bags, bags
'Cause none of this shit comes cheap
This life is too sweet and fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast

Yeah, tryna get by
Marijuana, she gotta get high
We fucked for an hour
She gotta go cry
And then I looked deep in her eyes
And told a good lie

I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)
I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)
I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)
I love you (oh, oh, oh-oh)