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[Intro: Trick Daddy] Could it be, you and me Could it be (heh heh) Could it be that I`m lost gettin` soft or just fallin` in love (fallin` in love, heh heh) Could it be, you and me (for the thugs album, nigga)
[Trick Daddy] Dirty sheets got me sneakin, peepin, creepin Trynta duck my homeboy, tellin lies to the guys like "Nigga I`m goin home boy" Hittin back streets, wanna see my boo I got - gift or two for you And then something for your mama too Thinkin bout cha all day, in a thug way Wanna hold you in my arms til tomorrow, and I can`t wait Tongue tied, bitch ain`t lie Showin love to the lil guy And you know, I`m showin love to the lil guy Suckin fuckin touchin one another, on top of the covers Let`s get some air off in this motherfucker *breathing* And she be, callin my name I`m telling her thangs I can`t explain, so forever we should always be together shit Sweet love, slow tongue kisses and hugs I`m on a mission, wishin kissin that belly button She hum a song, as the come along And it won`t be long, `fore she reach that zone Move along, (however long) To each his own, prescious stones, when you reach that zone Keep a peaceful home, and leave them crooked bitch alone Make your kids and your wife your whole life It`ll be hard at first but hold tight, when in love
[Chorus: Trick Daddy & (Twista)] 4x Could it be that I`m lost gettin` soft Or just fallin` in love? (Am I falling in love, oh nooo)
[Trick Daddy] Could it be - I`m lost in myself Caught up in myself, trynta keep it real but all the wil`in is costin myself Could it be I`m scared to love Y`all want a turn to get so scandalous And this thug nigga just can`t handle this
[Twista] But then I - never met a girl that could roll a Philly like you Use a skillet like you, when I kick my flow who feel it like you You was lookin all sexy when you got out yo` ride Checkin out yo` thigh, the dreams of a fine girl I see out my eyes She about your size little mama Don`t really seem like the type that`ll bring a motherfucker drama Some nigga done just put up with a little trauma, so it`s me she seem to honor These other hoes done been short lately, me and her been hangin Smokin, drankin, keep her shit tight swangin All in a midnight bangin Never trippin but I`m tippin or just kickin it wit my dogs, we ball But them niggas tellin me my nose been open ever since I hit them drawers I tell em "I`m still a pimp" I don`t really want cha but I just pretend Cuz I`m down to kick it wit you the same way that I be trippin out wit them Trick Daddy won`t ride on me, he told me "Twista... Go head and kick it however you want just handle your business mister" So I sit back and say "Fuck it" pick up the phone and call my bitch up Steady thinkin: is it all in the bud or I am fallin in love? Fallin in love. . . Fallin in love. . . Fallin in love. . . Fallin in love. . . Fallin in love. . . Fallin in love. . . Fallin in love. . . Fallin in love. . .
[Chorus: Trick Daddy & (Twista)] 4x Could it be that I`m lost gettin` soft Or just fallin` in love? (Am I falling in love, oh nooo)
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