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lirik lagu love more (remix) – jg trigga

[intro: chris brown & jg trigga]
ugh
till we get it
i’ma get it
i’ma get it
we gon’ get it
till we get it
i’ma get it
let’s go
till we get it
i’ma get it

[verse 1: jg trigga]
yo, yo, uh
all ya sipping up the drink moscato, wait….
i don’t wanna keep coming back for you, fake….
running mouth of yours got me thinking straight….
something’s wrong like kanye west’s rank
got the love & more, i’ll give you the score
so complex, you do it so sore
call me one night, split on the floor
i ain’t saying much, do the double s’mores
get on the scene, cut, camera, action
hyped ‘drenaline, rush like champion
zoom, zoom, zoom push it like a champion
you’re the best now, scream like you ready in
busts on m, and the d’s on the v
play your little game, you never gotta cheat
ring the bells loud, da-ding-a-ling
to the final round, claiming me king

[hook]
til we get it right we gon’ f-ck
some more (till we get it)
i’ma get it (i’ma get it)
till we get it (till we get it)
til we get it right we gon’ f-ck
some more (i’ma get it)
i’ma get it (till we get it)
till we get it (i’ma get it)

[verse 2: chris brown]
turn up
why is it all so complicated
baby this should be simple
it’s driving me mental
but when you back it up
it really drives me crazy
then you know what i’m into
make me forget when we arguing bout ever
we do it like a rockstar
s-xing in my hotel room and we so loud
higher than a smoke cloud
shades on, doing 95 with the top down
i might sound crazy cause we be going back and forth
cause one minute i hate you
then i love you that’s how it is

[hook]

[verse 3: nicki minaj]
he don’t know me but he settin’ up to blow me
said my twitter pics remind him of naomi
on the low i used to holla at his homie
f-ck it
now i’m about to ride him like a pony, yeah!
okay, thug prolly, yo come, polly!
he wanna f-ck a bad dolly and pop molly!
i hope your pockets got a
mothaf-ckin’ pot belly!
or is it that you never ball? john salley!
he had the rolls in his royce, the tone in his voice
don’t want a good girl, hoes is his choice!
d-ck on h, p-ssy on w
mouth on open. -ss on smother you
-ss on the cover too, elle magazine
vroom, vroom, vroom, get gasoline
could i be your wife?
naw we could bang though
i got these n-ggas whipped
call me django

[hook]

- jg trigga

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