Street Love - Rick Ross, Next

Yeah Suave House, street love

T-Low

(Hold up)

Let’s take it to the streets

All those beamers & Lexus, Jeeps

With the 12's in the trunk to make you beat

All my country playboys be going deep

All my country play girls are the stone freaks

I came up in the gutter, ski masks and gloves

Running up on different cars, flashing the drugs

Chasing the paper, never after the love

After I crush perhaps I blush

Blasting the truck

You step in the mansion, you asking to fuck

This is Suave House baby we ain’t passing the cuts

Blasting the cuts, gassing her up

She look like her man be lacking to touch

She can say I’m simple, I don’t ask a lot

Catch me in the drop when it’s hot, smoking pot going out and I be like what

When it comes to the ladies, you might call me crazy

I like a whole lot of street and a whole lot of freak

A love that can represent me

I’m talking bout street love

Making love in the back of the truck

Or on the hood if it’s sunny enough

Don’t care if anybody see us

I’m talking bout street love

Life of a woman in love with a thug

Poppin bottles of Cris at the club

A little drama but she’s the one

I got a quarter piece

With pretty heat that never brings freak

A little bit of hood like me sexy

Ain’t afraid to tip Hennessy with me, ooh

I used to wile out, she makes me smile now

Love of my life no doubt

She’s something I can tell mom about

She’s just.

Breakin' out extensions while we drenching

In the rain I’m hidden on park benches

Love love, (love love)

Love love, (love love)

I’m talking bout at you job while your on your lunch break

In the car cuz I can’t wait (can't wait), love love

Tef still rockin' the ballys

Go shopping in Cali

Coppin the Nally

Dodging the rallies

I’m gettin it right, neck, swimming in ice

Your net worth buddy, I bet on the dice

Best in the light, it’s simple and plain

Meet the coolest bitch in the game

Who’s the same

Yeah I might be the groupie

Came from the wife beater to the cool G, that’s me

For slim I put rims on the peach Porsche

A place, fish tank two brims and a sea horse

Nice guy’s what she thought

Til she saw my face bearing the reward,

Passports to Honduras ain’t nothin to it

Flashing the newest you pickin' the wild tulips

Still focus on the money

Still smoking on the gummy

Making sure we’re not the next & Ronnie

All my beamers & Lexus, Jeeps

(street street love, (street street love)

With the 12's in the trunk to make you beat

(street street love, (street street love)

All my players out there who go deep

(street street love, (street street love)

All my ladies out there who are stone freaks

(street street love)

Suave House, you hear me

Uh oh