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• Artiste: Digga D
• Titre: What's Love?
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I'm actin' like I ain't got feelings, but deep down, I'm broken inside And I ain't into the preachin', but I dunno why these hoes wanna lie She don't like when I go on the glide, but it's like on the roads, I reside And what's love? 'Cause I don't know the meaning, and I've been looking but it's so hard to find I'm actin' like I ain't got feelings, but deep down, I'm broken inside And I ain't into the preachin', but I dunno why these hoes wanna lie She don't like when I go on the glide, but it's like on the roads, I reside And what's love? 'Cause I don't know the meaning, and I've been looking but it's so hard to find It's been a little while, let me slide up in them DMs Big drip, big whips, she seen me in them BMs I know that she been preein' 'cause I been preein' too And I ain't gotta lie, Ma, I wanna be with you In jail, no bail plus now I'm relaxin' Smooth criminal, I do it better than Jackson That's bait, got a next ting bringin' the packs in Bless her cotton socks, she don't know what's happenin' The jail ting's dead, B, I'm back on these roads More than twenty on my chains and I ain't done no shows I'm done with these hoes, I need me a wife I ain't worried about a back, her breasts or her thighs Restless nights in the pen, lookin' at my spends like, "Where's all my so-called friends?" Seems like she's more realer than an end She gets the same trust that I'm puttin' in these skengs I'm actin' like I ain't got feelings, but deep down, I'm broken inside And I ain't into the preachin', but I dunno why these hoes wanna lie She don't like when I go on the glide, but it's like on the roads, I reside And what's love? 'Cause I don't know the meaning, and I've been looking but it's so hard to find Had this bitch I use to tap twice whenever it was that time She could make your heart stop, flatline She won't ever leave me in a bad time But I snaked her, left her in the cold, I saw a bad sign Then I met this ting called Nina that I kept slappin' like I did Tina Used to conceal her, Sheila smoke reefer Niggas must've thought that I'd never leave her Yeah, yeah, yeah, that love was very rare She loves the big drip, that's a very heavy tear Scratching Moncler, that's a very heavy tear We could've gone clear, free my niggas up in there Missing birthdays every year Restless nights in the pen, lookin' at my spends like, "Where's all my so-called friends?" Seems like she's more realer than an end She gets the same trust that I'm puttin' in these skengs I'm actin' like I ain't got feelings, but deep down, I'm broken inside And I ain't into the preachin', but I dunno why these hoes wanna lie She don't like when I go on the glide, but it's like on the roads, I reside And what's love? 'Cause I don't know the meaning, and I've been looking but it's so hard to find