Lirik Lagu And I Love You (Feat. Big Boi & Pastor Troy) - Rich Boy
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(feat. Big Boi, Pastor Troy)
[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]I remember when I met'cha I was only sixteenWho would ever thought that me and you would get this cream?We took a lot of trips together, you stayed downRemember when we start hoppin' on that Greyhound?She say she like to play hide and seek in the rideAnd sure I'll open up the trunk and hide her insideShe say she think I'm cheatin' wit' a girl named JaneYou ain't just my babay, bitch, you my everythangI was broke but you maintained betterAs long as me and you together we can get this cheddarWhatever, her name white SallyI met her through my homeboy Rico out in CaliI thank Reagan for the haters when ya got hardYa bought me jewels, gator shoes and some big carsYeah you took me out the hood gave me good thangsNow we on a private plane eatin' chicken wangs
[Chorus](And I love you) You the reason why I ride goodYou the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good(And I love you) You the reason why these hoes chooseYou the reason why a nigga sprayed candy on my old school(And I love you) You the reason why I quarterbackTook a nigga out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sacThat's why I get it how I live boy'Cause you took me from a young broke nigga to a rich boy
[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]And I love you babay, mwah, hugs and kissesFuck them niggas and fuck them bitchesBeen in this game since 1998Nigga take the safety and shit but I'm greatMaybe it's fate destiny, you tell meDamn near ten and that shit been freeBut I'm P.T. so I gots to cruise niggaReally ain't shit to prove to y'all niggasAll the cars, all the clothesWit' all the stars, and all the hoesFirst class flights a nigga live in the lightsBut see you in the dark, this stuff is kinda hardSee where I park, valet costs a noteDrop another fifty just to check my coatProbably leave wit' yo' chick, know how I doIt's Pastor Disaster baby, I love you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Big Boi]Took me from a gun totin' nigga to a Big BoiToo legit to slip now I got papers on my shit boiAnd not just my weapons I'm talkin' 'bout titles and deedsYou payin' rent you can't afford and can't break out of ya leaseI'm out of ya league, I might as well be IvyAll over ya ass like injections in a stripper's hineyRhyming is a skill that requires timingLike dual ejaculation while my lady's ridingI'm 'bout to cum (I'm 'bout to cum) at the same timeYou satisfied? (I'm satisfied) that's how I slang mineA generation came up under my styleFrom penetration of the nation when I was just a childNow, who's really in the critics talk 'bout meAndre 3000 and three mo' niggas that's really fieLet me break it down, I get fly at that mouthI, stay fresh to the hosiery we 'posed to beThem niggas from the south soOne to the two the three the fo'Satisfied? (I'm satisfied) Then I'mma hit 'cha some mo'
[Chorus]
[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]I remember when I met'cha I was only sixteenWho would ever thought that me and you would get this cream?We took a lot of trips together, you stayed downRemember when we start hoppin' on that Greyhound?She say she like to play hide and seek in the rideAnd sure I'll open up the trunk and hide her insideShe say she think I'm cheatin' wit' a girl named JaneYou ain't just my babay, bitch, you my everythangI was broke but you maintained betterAs long as me and you together we can get this cheddarWhatever, her name white SallyI met her through my homeboy Rico out in CaliI thank Reagan for the haters when ya got hardYa bought me jewels, gator shoes and some big carsYeah you took me out the hood gave me good thangsNow we on a private plane eatin' chicken wangs
[Chorus](And I love you) You the reason why I ride goodYou the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good(And I love you) You the reason why these hoes chooseYou the reason why a nigga sprayed candy on my old school(And I love you) You the reason why I quarterbackTook a nigga out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sacThat's why I get it how I live boy'Cause you took me from a young broke nigga to a rich boy
[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]And I love you babay, mwah, hugs and kissesFuck them niggas and fuck them bitchesBeen in this game since 1998Nigga take the safety and shit but I'm greatMaybe it's fate destiny, you tell meDamn near ten and that shit been freeBut I'm P.T. so I gots to cruise niggaReally ain't shit to prove to y'all niggasAll the cars, all the clothesWit' all the stars, and all the hoesFirst class flights a nigga live in the lightsBut see you in the dark, this stuff is kinda hardSee where I park, valet costs a noteDrop another fifty just to check my coatProbably leave wit' yo' chick, know how I doIt's Pastor Disaster baby, I love you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Big Boi]Took me from a gun totin' nigga to a Big BoiToo legit to slip now I got papers on my shit boiAnd not just my weapons I'm talkin' 'bout titles and deedsYou payin' rent you can't afford and can't break out of ya leaseI'm out of ya league, I might as well be IvyAll over ya ass like injections in a stripper's hineyRhyming is a skill that requires timingLike dual ejaculation while my lady's ridingI'm 'bout to cum (I'm 'bout to cum) at the same timeYou satisfied? (I'm satisfied) that's how I slang mineA generation came up under my styleFrom penetration of the nation when I was just a childNow, who's really in the critics talk 'bout meAndre 3000 and three mo' niggas that's really fieLet me break it down, I get fly at that mouthI, stay fresh to the hosiery we 'posed to beThem niggas from the south soOne to the two the three the fo'Satisfied? (I'm satisfied) Then I'mma hit 'cha some mo'
[Chorus]
