POP SMOKE - WHAT YOU KNOW BOUT LOVE (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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POP SMOKE - WHAT YOU KNOW BOUT LOVE (en) Lyrics
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Shawty go jogging every morning
(Every morning)
And she make me breakfast almost
every morning (Every morning)
And she take a naked pic before
she leave the door
I be waking up to pics before
a nigga yawning
And every weekend my shawty
comin' over (Over)
Shawty could Fendi out but she
like Fashion Nova (Nova)
She ain't driving no Camry she
pullin' in a Rover (Rover)
With her hair so curly,
I love you, baby
She said, "What you know 'bout love?"
(I'll tell you everything)
I got what you need (Oh)
Walk up in the store and get
what you want (Go get it)
You get what you please
We 'bout to get it on, take off them
drawers (I said I love you, baby)
It's just you and me
You know what I be on, I'm about
to go raw (Love you, baby)
'Cause I like what I see
Look, baby, I said I ain't gon' front
You got my heart beating so fast
to words I can't pronounce
And I be getting the chills every
time I feel your touch
I be looking at the top
and girl, it's only us
All I need is your trust
And girl I told you once, don't
make me tell you twice
I know you see this print through
my pants that I know you like
And yo ass be looking so fat
when it be in them tights
And I'm going straight to the top, so
hope you ain't afraid of heights
You always keep me right, for
a fact, you never left
Through all the trials and tribulations,
always had my best
So here's fifty-five hunnid,
go and get your breasts
Start rubbin' on your butt,
start kissing on yo neck
Hey batter, batter, hey batter, batter
Niggas know I had to swing,
I had to make a play
I had to apply the pressure, 'cause
you my hidden treasure
I think I'm falling in love
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