☆ Love At The Gate (Instrumental)

Hoe tell me the other day “she sent a nigga to jail”
Man I thought it was legal to beat cho hoe.
Shit cho hoe, fuck.

Blowing up the phone, hope 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 pussy good, it make me feel like stalking her.

We supposed to be in love, we posed 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
[x3:]
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 gone pop me or it’s back to penitentiary.

Blowing up the phone, hope 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, (Aah! What the fuck?!) can’t even talk to her
Ain’t gone lie this pussy good, it make me feel like stalking her. (Turn up!)

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 (shhhhhhhhhhh).