Casual

[Chorus One]
Im a make my nigga love dat.
Im still in the shit, killin the shit cause nigga still feelin this shit.
Show me where your love at whats wrong wit dat.
(Bad bitchs in the back ground)
"Cause aint nothin wrong wit dat."
[First Verse]
I need some scrill n thats real
They got me in this league feelin like Jermaine ONeill
came out to early an signed the wrong deal
So now Jerry Brown movin in the navy seals
Need to go to Kosovo find me the first Ho
Lookin for a man ta get her ready to go
Instead of the dough she, trippin off the medicals bro
The pharmaceuticals are beautiful but you wouldnt know
To do for my Ho Ill ride on a scooter in snow
Who do you know thatll tutor your Ho
The executor truth n shit
Got em wishinto be hotter want me an Faye play in the Bay with sea otters
To be modest shit I need dollars weed knowledge an two S.S. Impalas
Bubblin to get my little girls through college an they gonna love dat
Holla
[Chorus 2]
Im a make my people love dat
Im still in the shit killin the shit
Cause nigga still feelin this shit
Nigga show me where your love at
Whats wrong with dat
[Back to chours number one.]
[Second Verse]
Man I got this shit shut bitches creamin for the semen
Its your ho?
Its my nut
It aint nuttin till you struttin through the cut
an see your slut on the passenger side Im like what?
This bitch call me thats why you saw me faulty slidin on way-way with baby
Felt like something wuz wrong she jumpin my bones
But I got Seven-Six-Twos(Recording Studio)that are pumpin your dome
Wutin answerin her cellular phone
Man Im tellin ya
Scheming at the shop you tried to follow me in
Not knowing that his bitch is at the holiday inn
with a bottle of ginn an her modelin friend you a baller
I aint got I a dollar to spend
Jus holla n then next week its Quality Inn
Cant wait to see Dada(Check shout outs n thank youse)
again soon as he get outta the pen
Holla
[Chorus one x2]
[Third verse]
Eh. you got some money?
You better invest that
Cause niggall be all in your house like ?where the rest at??
Shoe- box under the bed could of, guessed that
You blessed cause you aint sleeping in your vest cat
Got bitches jockin John for stocks n Bonds
and Mutual Funds but only the beautiful ones
Partner!
You know what blunts do to your lungs?
Nuttin
Least bit they plottin the meek shit
But fuck dat a nigga still get leather on a brand new fit
an walk the pit talkin shit wit niggas
I be sparking wit
But we family so normally we chalk the shit
Informally
My armour be the harmony near a situation what Karma be harming me?
(This is harmony.)
[Chorus one x2]
[ Love Dat Lyrics ]