Gloria Blemente
Stove God Cooks
Baby, I can’t love you (I can't love you)
The way you want me to love you
(The way you want me to love you)
But I can’t let you go, no
No, I can’t let you go nowhere
'Cause your pussy so good
I just wanna swim in your ocean
Your pussy so good
I just wanna drown in your soul
Your pussy so good
Wow
Fucking you up
I’m on my way, I don’t give a fuck if you up
Louis luggage packed, girl, I’m boarding this jet
I hope you wet, you know I love when you sweat
I loved you way before you was shifting in your jeans
You loved me way before I was the shit in the streets
Way before all this rapping shit, way before all them ki’s
Way before I ran that thang up to like 900 G's
You know a mil’ was the dream, now we vision a billi’
You better tell 'em I’m the only one be fucking you silly
I pulled the Rolls through your grandmama house, no way we gon' let
A little rain on our satellite fuck up our connection
You know you fucking with a dope boy, don’t you?
I know them shots of 1942 get you open
22, Cancun views, 7-11
Deep breath and swipe your way into heaven
This shit forever
Baby, I can’t love you (Baby, I can't love you)
The way you want me to love you
(The way you want me to love you)
But I can’t let you go, no
No, I can’t let you go nowhere
'Cause your pussy so good
I just wanna swim in your ocean
Your pussy so good
I just wanna drown in your soul
Your pussy so good
