My Best Friend be my Lady you my baby boo and we bout to have a baby My Best Friend still be my lady you the only one for me, cus these haters be shady
Verse 1: Mr. Serv-On
see the future it ain't promising me nothing I'm still alone in my dreams screaming for a lil something Now you had a baby from a nigga like me with no love for change and I'm still fighting and thugging the depression inside of me loving the pain, you still hold me tight like you love me for life I hear your friends say to me "If you love her that much, you need to make her your wife" They can't come between what I got or love You my boo, the only one I kiss and hug, from every teardrop and backrub You never turned your back on this soldier We went from cold bust seas to a house on the lake with a roller and a Benz Fuck you friends! I'm still believing in death before designer you told me to keep being a soldier, love me & this baby and never break a promise
Hook: C-Murder (2x)
Verse 2: C-Murder
you the only one for me you my ghetto girl in this world I love you to death I mean I love you with my last breath I'm ready to die for ya I'll even cry for ya, and lie for ya even bust a bullet in the eye for ya I keep your hands full of carats wrists dripped in ice and for your happiness, I'm ready to pay the full price I remember driving old school caddies I must be dreaming I can't believe I'ma be your baby daddy Experimenting with your body made me want u more and the sweaty sex have us actin like we just met its like I looked up when I met you my best friend be my lady my best friend be my boo
Hook: C-Murder (2x)
Verse 3: Mr. Serv-On
The world saw the end of us before we knew what to feel just listen to your teary eyes with no clothes don't hate me not to this if it ain't real I cant let go, knowing what I'm feeling tell me if I'm wrong, but do you feel what I feel the first time I saw your eyes love to my ceiling I'm appealing to this do or die rap world while you're putting your life aside to have my lil baby girl Ain't nothing changed if I got a kid I'ma still give you not, How many times you found numbers in my pocket and never let those messy bitches or hating niggas get between us, look in my eye, you cant tell imma still bust with you till the day I die, but you know I'm gon always be there for everything you go through, You gon be my nigga, my homie, my baby boo,