| Paroles: | Could it be, you and me?
Could it be? (heh heh)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin'
soft and just fallin' in love(fallin' in love heh heh)
Could it be, you and me? (for my thugs
y'all, nigga)
[Trick Daddy:]
Very sleek, gotta sneak,
peepin', creepin',
Turn it up my homeboy,
Tellin' lies, to the guys, like nigga I'm goin' home boy.
Hittin'
the back streets, wanna see my boo.
Gotta gift for two, for you ,
And something for your
mama too.
Thinkin' bout ya all day, in a thug way.
What a homie do with moms, with a moms
and it can't wait.
Tongue tied, bitch ain't lie,
She in love to the lil' guy, and ya
know,
Showin love to the lil' guy.
Suckin', fuckin', touchin' one another,
On top of
the covers.
Let's get some air up in this mutha fucka.
And she was callin' my name, and
tellin' me thangs,
I can't explain.
So for ever we should always be together.(shit)
Sweet love, slow tongue kissin', and hugs.
I'm on a mission, wishin', kissin' that belly
button.
She hum a song, that got me on.
And it won't be long before I reach the zone.
Move along, how ever long.
To eat the zone, pressure stones, when you reach that zone.
The
bitch go home and leave them crooked bitches alone.
Make your kids, and your wife, and your
whole life.
It'll be hard at first but hold tight.
[Chorus:]
Could it be that
I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be
that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it
be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could
it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
[Trick Daddy:]
Could it be that I'm lost in myself,
Cought up in my self, tryin' to
keep it real,
But all that wilin' is costin' myself.
Could it be I'm scared of the
love.
Y'all want a turn to get so scandalous
This thug nigga just can't handle this.
[Twista:]
But the I neva met a girl that could role a philly like you
You could see
I like you, when I kick my flow who feel it like you.
You was lookin' so sexy when you got out
yo' white,
Checkin' out yo' thigh.
The dreams of a fine girl, I see out my eye,
She
about yo' size.
Don't really seem like the type that'll really mutha fuck with drama,
So
nigga done just put up with a little trauma, so it's me she seem to hona.
These other hoes
don't get showed lately, me and her been hangin'.
Smokin', drankin', keepin' her shit tight,
swangin' all in a midnight bangin',
Never trippin', but I'm tippin', or just kickin' it
with my dawgs.
We ball with them niggas tellin' me my nose been open,
Ever since I hit
them drawls.
I tell them I'm still a pimp,
I don't really want ya but I just
pretend.
Cuz I damn near kick it with you the same way I be trippin' out with them.
Trick
Daddy won't rat on me, he told me, Twista,
don't kick it how we get what, long as you handle
your business, mista.
So I sit back and say, fuck it pick up the phone and call my bitch
up
Started thankin', is it all in the bud or am I fallin' in love.
(fallin' in love,
fallin' in love, fallin' in love,
fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love,
fallin' in love, fallin' in love,)
[Trick Daddy:]
(Could it be, you and me, you and
me, could it be,
you and me, this that thug shit, what, say it.)
[Chorus:]
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh
no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love,
oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in
love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin'
in love, oh no) |
