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I Love You Baby Lyrics - Singles - Black Rob

I'll always be there for you 

Yeah 

I'll never betray you 

Mm, mm, mm 

I love you baby 

I love you baby 

 

I met her Uptown on Dyckman, aight then 

Talkin' that, how she only dealt with businessmen 

Niggas baggin' joints, money off and on the books 

The ones who stand firm like ain't, nothin' shook 

About them, I doubt them cats waitin' for me 

You know them niggas, them big dudes across the street 

She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair" 

Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down 

I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out 

This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out 

They want beef out here, they gon' get it 

In the worst way, I'ma show em how Black play 

Roll the dice, fuckin' with me is like snake eyes 

I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise 

It's all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto 

Ran out of ammo and started, throwin' bottles 

Runnin', and I ain't lookin' back for shit 

Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this 

I'll get you back 

 

I love you baby 

No you don't 

You drive me crazy 

That's right 

I'll never betray thee 

Uh 

I love you baby 

C'mon 

 

Yo since the last altercation I been goin' to street 

Seein' honey at the club ery week and I speak 

I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike 

I ain't know the real deal until last night 

How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll 

Used to call my crib to see seventy-four 

Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac 

Babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see Black 

When you get home', we never had chance to get up 

And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up 

He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin' honey 

Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money 

Funny how it's a small world, baby girl 

Youse about to get, fucked with no jail 

I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin' 

And plan your extermination, word 

 

I love you baby 

No you don't 

You drive me crazy 

That's right 

I'll never betray thee 

Uh 

I love you baby 

C'mon 

 

It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-be-in-workin' 

Low profile single, house in Staten Island 

And Manhattan while, them same cats 

You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you 

Fuckin' witchu, that small time crack dealin' nigga 

He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too 

Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up 

And get away Scot free without some type of injury 

Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you 

Same thing you did to me, I'ma do it to you 

Who knew she was the female Rambo 

Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door 

Life is out, snuffed all they mans in 

In the end, she had to be the Last bitch standin' 

Not for long the buck the forty-four strong 

Just like that she was gone, now it's over 

Assumin' I'll go back to my everyday life 

Of a rich millionaire just rockin' the mic 

Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt 

And admire how the chick went out 

 

I love you baby 

No you don't 

You drive me crazy 

That's right 

I'll never betray thee 

Uh 

I love you baby 

C'mon 

 

I love you baby 

No you don't 

You drive me crazy 

That's right 

I'll never betray thee 

Uh 

I love you baby 

C'mon 

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