[George:] nobody wants to be with someone who loves them [Jerry:] no, people hate that [George:] you want to be with somebody that doesn't like you [Jerry:] ideally [George:] I am never saying 'I love you' again unless they say it first Nigga gotta tell you In the most endearing manner that these jawns is for everybody
H-town, with j. Zooted I'm with j. Harden, I'm coolin' And the way the broads are choosing us I think I'm 'bout to move out houston Nigga, got that black bottle on me Black-black bottle on me Half the bs in my suitcase On the brown, I'll probably od Cause I'm in h-town and I'm crawlin'
My favorite bitch at dream be stripping around 2 She love to say "I fuck with you thank you for coming through" She gon' get you in your feelings then get you out of your loot Oh, she don't love you
She don't She don't She don't She don't love you no more [Jerry:] are you confident in the "I love you" return? [George:] fifty-fifty [Jerry:] cause if you don't get that return That's a pretty big matzoh ball hanging out there [George:] aw, I've just got to say it once Everybody else gets to say it, why can't I say it? [Elaine:] what, you never said it? [George:] once, to a dog
H-town, what they do, yeah I'm with j. Harden, I'm coolin' And the way the broads are choosing us I think I'm 'bout to move out houston Nigga, got that black bottle on me Black-black bottle on me All the bs that I brought in here Is on the ground, I know we'll od cause I'm out h-town, just coolin'
My favorite bitch is ready, said "what did you try and do? " I told her "it's whatever, " she told me "whatever" too She told me it's a problem, what's the problem? "The loot" Yeah, she don't love you
She knows that I've been rolling up like a motherfucker I've been pouring up like a motherfucker Well, I've been creeping out like a motherfucker Sleeping out like a motherfucker Friends tell me I'm a motherfucker, they know I've been rolling up like a motherfucker They know that I've been creeping out like A motherfucker, sleeping out like a motherfucker Friends tell me I'm a motherfucker yeah you know, you know
That body bang, need a body bag Syrup in bottles, be balancing my anxiety, hey I ain't sipping to fit in with niggas I go to texas for women, and no timbaland weather Mademoiselle, every nigga fetish for reals Stay till the morning, my shit be snoring off with that pill What a role model I be I bet I lost respect when you saw me sweating off md Ma, blame it on the batch, girl, it's ok
Pop one to relax, see, this rap shit is so fake Women so fake, all these niggas so fake So who am I to ask 'bout ass, titties or whole names? Now she giving government and her number away (She don't) hey Meaning she wanna do things not for public display (She don't) hey I'm off a high and I'm losing my mind, in a daze, yeah (She don't) uh So won't you tell me you love me while I'm stuck on this wave?
Compositores: James Samuel Harris Iii (Jimmy Jam), Terry Steven Lewis, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Maurice Earl Barnett-fenderson (Fenderson Maurice Earl Barnett) ECAD: Obra #23812164