Blowing up the phone, know she see me calling her
I whip up in the drive way she done packed up all my stuff
And I'm like what the fuck, can't even talk to her
Ain't gone lie this p***y good, it make me feel like stalking her
We supposed to be in love, we supposed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, 'til it ain't no breaking up
We supposed to be in love, 'til it ain't no breaking up
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We 'posed to be in love
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We 'posed to be in love
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We 'posed to be in love
How the fuck is you, why the fuck is you falling all in ya feelings?
No understanding I'm ignorant, you gon' prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss ya
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no quitting
No surrender, no retreat, park the whip, hop out on feet
Me and her brother jug together, he bet not get in my business
This shit serious, if you with it, shit get injured did I mention
How I'm rockin, you gon' pop me or it's back to penitentiary
Blowing up the phone, know she see me calling her
I whip up in the drive way she done packed up all my stuff
And I'm like what the fuck, can't even talk to her
Ain't gone lie this p***y good, it make me feel like stalking her (turn up)
We supposed to be in love, we supposed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, 'til it ain't no breaking up
We supposed to be in love, 'til it ain't no breaking up
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We 'posed to be in love
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We 'posed to be in love
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We 'posed to be in love
Hop up out the shower, you got louder, I bow bow you.
Rip the gown you, head around you
Threw you down, smelled ya flounder
If you jizz it, dick it down, I would've toilet water drowned you
Know my heart is pounding, I don't talk around a lot of niggas I don't know
I don't know oh, blowing up ya mama like "Mama we having problem"
Passing by yo house like come outside before it get violent
Lights off, mask on, silent (shh)
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Posed to Be in Love - Kevin Gates
