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LOVE LANGUAGE Video (MV)




Performed By: Concrete Boys
Featuring: Draft Day
Length: 2:06
Written by: Justin Daniels




Concrete Boys - LOVE LANGUAGE Lyrics
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[ Featuring Draft Day ]

(Grow up, nigga)
Young nigga gettin' grown money
Yeah, It's Us
Phew

Bank teller, meet me there
Bitch, you can't do it
Havin' motion with the guys, I'm off of lean fluid
And the 'Crete just walked in, shut it down with theme music
Playa to the max, I'm stretchin' out these racks
Stretchin' out this bitch pussy, I'm tryna break her back
Beat it to a smithereen, her cat on Birdman
Put some respect on my name, f*ck what you heard, man
My love language is countin' up, poppin' rubber bands

Stack, stack it up all again
If it's for the camp, we gon' do anything to f*ckin' win
If they talkin' down up on my name, them boys gon' get dizzy
Put that shit up on the floor, them boys gon' get busy
Dirty mud up in my cup, it's on tough Shiggy
"Draft always been fly," bitch, I get Jiggy
I can hear these niggas clear, my earrings two-fifty
What they gon' do with me?
This shit is too easy (too)
(Too)
(Too)

Bank teller, meet me there
Bitch, you can't do it
Havin' motion with the guys, I'm off of lean fluid
And the Crete just walked in, shawty down with theme music
Playa to the max, I'm stretchin' out these racks
Stretchin' out this bitch pussy, I'm tryna break her back
Beat it to a smithereen, her cat on Birdman
Put some respect on my name, f*ck what you heard, man
My love language is countin' up, poppin' rubber bands
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(Grow up, nigga)
Young nigga gettin' grown money
Yeah, It's Us
Phew

Bank teller, meet me there
Bitch, you can't do it
Havin' motion with the guys, I'm off of lean fluid
And the 'Crete just walked in, shut it down with theme music
Playa to the max, I'm stretchin' out these racks
Stretchin' out this bitch pussy, I'm tryna break her back
Beat it to a smithereen, her cat on Birdman
Put some respect on my name, f*ck what you heard, man
My love language is countin' up, poppin' rubber bands

Stack, stack it up all again
If it's for the camp, we gon' do anything to f*ckin' win
If they talkin' down up on my name, them boys gon' get dizzy
Put that shit up on the floor, them boys gon' get busy
Dirty mud up in my cup, it's on tough Shiggy
"Draft always been fly," bitch, I get Jiggy
I can hear these niggas clear, my earrings two-fifty
What they gon' do with me?
This shit is too easy (too)
(Too)
(Too)

Bank teller, meet me there
Bitch, you can't do it
Havin' motion with the guys, I'm off of lean fluid
And the Crete just walked in, shawty down with theme music
Playa to the max, I'm stretchin' out these racks
Stretchin' out this bitch pussy, I'm tryna break her back
Beat it to a smithereen, her cat on Birdman
Put some respect on my name, f*ck what you heard, man
My love language is countin' up, poppin' rubber bands
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Writer: Justin Daniels
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


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