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K.O.B.E.
[Tyra:] Kobe, how many girls have said "I love you?" Not like 'I love you Kobe!' like a
fan But like, for real, like, baby, marry me I
love you [Kobe:] You're sweet Once again (Once again) Flawless (Flawless) C'mon Right Uh, uh huh Yo, yo, it's like this Uh, what I
live for? Basketball, beats and broads From Italy to the
US, yes, it's raw I'ma search for the
one that make my wealth feel poor Who can ignore the
spotlight life of Grandma My downfall is how I
found the
aura, so I
searched in There's plenty of women with sex appeal when it's filled Can even complete the
package, all I
date is actresses Can play it safe with them, my money ain't bait But I
must take risks to find a
honey that's legit Whether she push a
buck and a
six, bumping some mad chips Out on her own, or live out of moms and pop's home Watch time, fashion, Adidas attire or Timbo's I
don't know, yo, these women come and go Like the
wind they blow, how do I
know it's you for sure? When God talk to me, give me a
signal But until then, all my ears hear, just let me flow C'mon [1: Tyra Banks] K-O-B-E, I
L-O-V-E you I
believe you are very fine If you give me one chance, I
promise to love you And be with you forever more K-O-B-E, I
L-O-V-E you I
believe you are very fine If you give me one chance, I
promise to love you And be with you forever more [Kobe:] Check this out though Real love last, now do you love me or my cash? My name, fame, drop top, Benz or the
wooden dash? You know my stash, from Georgie cash Platinum, US express, no paper cash Spend it all now, or kiss to be rich cash Hash, stocks and bonds, laugh when they crash Are you the
type that brag the
jewels you flash The
type-type with your ex-man and push his Jag The
type that love no scrubs or pigeons and got mad The
type that can't stand a
women with her own cash You know, like lime, claim she ain't rat The
type that get loud in public, refrain my hand from a
slap No time for y'all, too busy for y'all Plenty of dimes turn me on and turn me off trying to show off Get lost, grow up, real women, roll up Let yourself go, if you feel this, let me know C'mon [1] [Tyra (Kobe):] K-O-B-E, I
L-O-V-E you (Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me) K-O-B-E, I
L-O-V-E you (Right, right, uh, uh, uh) [Kobe:] Think ya eyeing me, all along, I'm eyeing you The
hunter becomes the
hunted, girl, I'm preying on you Beautiful, the
feelings we share are mutual Passion that's telling me so for us is suitable Un-controllable desire flows through me When you say my name, such lust in your slang No time for games, the
games I
play, all the
same Can't get witcha, when the
door hitcha, when the
Lord splitcha I
figure, hour-glass figures could be dangerous Cuz if your time runs out, they frame you for your clout And having a
past, well, I
stereotype glass All dimes ain't money, ass, and feigning for a
brother's cash Slash fame, slash power, slash repsect All of the
above, makes me a
supreme threat for scrubs Love but do you want? One more 'gain, let me know The
words flow, from the
bottom of your soul C'mon [1: to fade] [Kobe:] It's like that Right KB TB Flawless Like that, spit it out
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