Текст песни Clipse - Ma, I Don't Love Her

[Intro: Pharrell] I wanna love you, girl, Just wanna love you, girl, Please, let me love you, girl, Just wanna love you, girl, C'mon, I wanna love you, girl, Just wanna love you, girl, Let me love you, girl, Let me... [Verse 1: Pusha T] When we met I was talkin' that game, Parkin' that thang, Since then between us A lot of things changed, Now it's like the world got a whole different name. I can't stop chicks from sayin' my name, Most of it's lies, If not, don't be surprised, You knew I was ballin' when I met you, But really, I started layin' low just to net you, I'm raw as hell, yet can't deny that you special, These girls can't either. Winter, his and her beavers, Summer, his and her Louie sneakers, You don't think that bother people? Guess again, you even need to check your friends Sayin' that I cheat, Right, maybe with my heat, Got a pearl handled chrome thing that I call Sweets, I greet wit' her, creep wit' her, even eat wit' her, Late nights under my sheets, yeah, I sleep with her, But that's it. [Chorus: Pusha T, Malice & Faith Evans] Look, Ma, I don't love her, Don't listen to her words, She trynasplit us as lovebirds, But that's not it. Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit? (No) You see me sendin' her on trips and shit? (No) If the answer's no, don't forget. (How's she know you then?) I don't know. [Verse 2: Malice] If I don't know, I don't know, let's not go that road, I don't know who she is, don't care who told, Look, stop flippin', no need to explode, I seen the number in the pager, I don't know that code. In the streets too much, c'mon, that's absurd, Gettin' no complaints when I be flippin' them birds, Your girls just talk 'bout this that and the third, Believe half what you see none of what you heard. You askin' me who's her, I'm askin' whose mink fur With that rock on her hand makin' their eyes blurred? Could that be you plus who cop every gem, Who spend like I spend, then act like it then? Got the dream home and we settled in it, Our lives too perfect, that's why they meddle in it, Now, just chalk it up as just part of the game, You know who I'm about, who got part of my name. [Chorus: Pusha T, Malice & Faith Evans] Look, Ma, I don't love her, Don't listen to her words, She trynasplit us as lovebirds, But that's not it. Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit? (No) You see me sendin' her on trips and shit? (No) If the answer's no, don't forget. (How's she know you then?) I don't know. [Bridge: Faith Evans & Malice] Do you love me, babe? (Sho, you right) You thinkin' of me, babe? (Well, at least tonight) I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea, that's right) Just to be with me. (Yep, and tonight's the night) [Verse 3:] [Malice:] I'm not most men, my heart truer than theirs, Of course, your girls hate, our whips newer than theirs, We hardly fight, arguments way fewer than theirs, Even down to the ice, look, bluer than theirs. What they gonna tell us about us, huh? What they talk 'bout without us, huh? The envy got 'em speakin' loosely, Tell 'em walk in your shoes, But first let 'em know they Gucci. [Pusha T:] And even if I did twist her, I promise I didn't kiss her, Wasn't shit touchy-feely, Grudge on the floor like Mister did to Celie, No respect shown, My homies laugh while she talk dirty on the speaker phone. Now don't you start I spared your heart, If you ain't see it, I didn't do it, Ain't I played my part? Bricks, chicks, whips, chips, that just go with the grind, What else do you want from me to say it fine? [Chorus: Pusha T, Malice & Faith Evans] Look, Ma, I don't love her, Don't listen to her words, She trynasplit us as lovebirds, But that's not it. Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit? (No) You see me sendin' her on trips and shit? (No) If the answer's no, don't forget. (How's she know you then?) I don't know. [Bridge: Faith Evans & Malice] Do you love me, babe? (Sho, you right) You thinkin' of me, babe? (Well, at least tonight) I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea, that's right) Just to be with me. (Yep, and tonight's the night) That's not it.
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