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MC Breed - My Dove lyrics
(Yeah) Tell you 'bout my bitch (Oh-oh, baby) Some might even say she our bitch (Yeah) I don't even trip (Oh-oh, baby) (It's you I'm keepin nigh You, baby, that gets me high You blew my mind a thousand times My savior of a troubled life Laced up too just how I like Everything sweet, a pure delight You got me fiending day and night Anticipating your very sight) I was 16 years old when I met this hoe from Flint And found she was out cold when I tried to let her through Flashbacks of bein without her, with me Fucked with me till I went and got her with me Every day niggas ask about her, I know they on her But I'm gon' hit this corner To keep em from gettin on her when I want her She appear, she in my system like a bomber Name was Sinsemilia, that's why I love her She never played me jealous, though When I be fuckin with some other hoe that she don't know She in the cut like 'I don't give a fuck' She's just so potent that she know she got me stuck Run over like a truck To me it's all a pipe dream I'm knowin if she leave then I be on fiend Though, so I lean like I'm supposed to Come up with something no one can come close to She help out, sometimes she let me in And tell me, "That's because I love the way you took me in I work better on whatever if you got some gin So get the Seagram, we can see if we can both win" She like that, I write that dopeness Cause she got my focus Clownin like it was jokers Buzzin like it was locust The only hoe I ever loved Since I came up in this muthafucka, that's My Dove (Miss Dove, you got me feeling high Miss Dove, so high as the star sky Miss Dove, I place no above her My Dove, the only hoe I love) She was the baddest thing I ever hit I think it was November back in '86 Outside the [Name] she was doper than those other hoes I've been bent since her scent first hit my nose Light-skinned, peach fuzz got me buzzin and chasin Strokin her with my cousin in the basement She's all I ever needed when I was rhymin I started clockin and lacin my girl with white diamonds And I was all in About this time is when I started ballin I never got caught above or fallin short When haulin some dope from my niggas in Flint out of Detroit She kick it with my when I roll her with my dogs Smoked out, cause this is not your ordinary broad 'No future' brought me closer to her I use the odor through my lyrics when I do it to her She like that, and I write that dopeness Cause she got my focus Clownin like it was jokers Buzzin like it was locust The only hoe I ever loved Since I came up in this muthafucka, that's My Dove (Miss Dove, you got me feeling high Miss Dove, so high as the star sky Miss Dove, I place no above her My Dove, the only hoe I love) "Ooh, la-la-la Look at fat, fat ass" when my girl walk by Wearin shit like plastic and askin why All these niggas in my area be actin high Like they watchin Toni Braxton in they bedroom lie Missionary and be very interested in I Get up in her like a winner cause that ass too fly I wish she had a pager So I can hit her off with somethin major I'm sayin she a hoe, I know, still a nigga don't pay her 24/7 she got her ass in the air Fuckin with some other song But I'm gon' still fuck her with no rubber on That's where we at, everyday I be with my girl Sometime I think she twisted like a jherri curl Cause she be in these hoes' mouth constantly Then right back in my pocket where she 'sposed to be They say they always see my hoe off in the Bay I guess I get with Davey, let him know I'm on my way Hooked up the Yukon, the futon, I got the bomb, and it's all day So let's get it on like we Marvin Gaye And so I stay ever ready to be bustin like confetti On your whole congregation of blatant player-hation But she say, "Fuck em Punk-ass muthafuckas ain't really sayin nothin" She like that, and I write that dopeness Cause she got my focus Clownin like it was jokers Buzzin like it was locust The only hoe I ever loved Since I came up in this muthafucka, that's Miss Dove |
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