I.K.P. - Love Element

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Chorus: Overtime when I put in that work, ayé l (Yuh-yuh) Just hold the line cuz they know what I serve, ayé (Yuh-yuh) Know I'm gon' decline, they devalue my worth, ayé (Yuh) Only holy cosign, high key this that chuuuch, ayé (Yuh-yuh) Bridge: Telling me ain't nothing free I'm saying I'm judgement-free This that part where that love element comfort me Telling me ain't nothing free I'm saying I'm judgement-free This that part where that love ele-ele-ele-ele Verse 1: Seen 'em walk, I don't wave Opposite way, paper chase Run the lion out the cave Moon sign, I ain't phased Yeah the windows floor-to-ceiling This that healing, this that realness Scrilla hitting, one way In that order, feng shui They threw dirt on name, tried to turn it into mildew Out the trenches, won't He do it, and the flower still grew Fuck what a bitch say, I'm the hardest out! They 'bout to see the hammer, call it Thor, we ain't stalling nowwww! We about to turn crumbs into bricks (sheesh!) Is that blood on your diamonds when they drip? (Wait..) Look how the nigga LNX shook the cishets Watch the empire fold like laundry on a big bet Chorus: Overtime when I put in that work, ayé l (Yuh-yuh) Just hold the line cuz they know what I serve, ayé (Yuh-yuh) Know I'm gon' decline, they devalue my worth, ayé (Yuh) Only holy cosign, high key this that chuuuch, ayé (Yuh-yuh) Bridge: Telling me ain't nothing free I'm saying I'm judgement-free This that part where that love element comfort me Telling me ain't nothing free I'm saying I'm judgement-free This that part where that love ele-ele-ele-ele Verse 2: How ya balls just drop, then you just drop the ball? (Damn!) Really come from the bottom and you could just top me off (ohhh!) Savagexfenty 'bout send real nigga hosiery (woo!) Of all the others, you the nut made it to the ovary None of yall really holding me Ya shit fake dick face, go get ya shit straight Air a nigga out, turn seltzer into tap Now it's looking flat They don't run it back You ain't getting slack You don't see the return of the mack You that pussy nigga wit the strap That's getting bloodied when it hit the pad (Stop it!) Every shot I take, full-court press They ain't never check, now they feeling vexed Wouldn't call you shitty, cuz you ain't shit Euthanize dogs when I kill a bitch Ya bussy getting arid... Like desert desolate I could tell when the love celibate And where the love element evident Beeeyoootch!!! Sponsored by NÜNYYA.BIZZ
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