Letra de Love Me - Lil Zay Osama

(Feat. 2Rare)

Uh, I want that bitch to be to the floor, right

Uh, I gotta make that bitch go right to the floor, right

Oh-oh (A1, this shit too motherfucking hard)

Uh, I know you miss all of them bags, yeah

You know you miss my way, I know you doing bad, yeah

I see that stress on all in your face, you lost your ass, yeah

You hurtin' real life, but happy on the 'Gram, yeah

Huh, you wish he was me

Baby, I'm that nigga and you know that's why you love me

Fuckin' on your nigga, but you probably thinkin' of me

Lovin' on your nigga, feelin' like you kissed and hugged me

Mm, mm, you know you love me

When he ain't around, you hit my line and try to fuck me

You miss how I'm hittin', 'member when you used to bug me?

I learned from the trenches, baby girl, how can you judge me?

Mm, mm, I 'member those times, I can't be begin about it

Treat me like your king, baby, I'm not just anybody

The way you movin', it looks like you fuck on anybody

You gotta be Coi Leray, you can't go to any party

Hmm, you wish he was me, but he ain't got no drip

He never sleaze and hurt nobody, we ain't cut like them

He ain't made you cum three times a minute 'cause I don't fuck like him

He ain't who he say he is, he know we know what's up 'bout them

I know he ain't bought you a bag, yeah

Fuckin' with him, know you're mama mad, yeah

You stuck on your get-back, that's your prayer, yeah

Mm, you know you love me

Mm, you know you wanna come back to me (Hmm)

I know you miss all of them bags, yeah

You know you miss my way, I know you doing bad, yeah

I see that stress on all in your face, you lost your ass, yeah

You hurtin' real life, but happy on the 'Gram, yeah

Huh, you wish he was me

Baby, I'm that nigga and you know that's why you love me

Fuckin' on your nigga, but you probably thinkin' of me

Lovin' on your nigga, feelin' like you kissed and hugged me

Mm, mm, you know you love me

When he ain't around, you hit my line and try to fuck me (Fuck me)

You miss how I'm hittin', 'member when you used to bug me? (Bug me)

I learned from the trenches, baby girl, how can you judge me? (How can you judge me?)

Mm

She drunk off Tequila, off a shot, tryna kill him

He with three different bitches, different colors, look like skittles

You 'posed to do him like school, tryna early dismiss him

I'ma nail him, so I drill him

Mixed with Ghana, I'm that nigga

How can you judge me? (Judge me)

This the eighth time you came in, got it like I sold weed (Sold weed)

You can lean on me like a bottle filled with coffee

You my Zolida, that baby boy, that nigga acting like he Jodi

He treats you like a slave, like you Kunta or Utobi (Kunta or Utobi)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Couldn't be my best, you not my type

The way I beat it up, you know it could be a crime (It culd be a crime)

You know that I'm a true to it with a thousand lies

You know, no, no, uh-uh

We do shit up, wipe them vans off the wall (Wall)

You know that I'm a trench real baby

But this music can save me

When you with that nigga, know you always thinkin' of me (Thinkin' of me)

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh

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