科比歌词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 falldown 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, bumpin“ 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
[Tyra]
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 tryin“
to show off
Get lost, grow up, real women, roll up
Let yourself go, if you feel this, let me know
C“mon
[Tyra]
K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you
[Kobe]
Bounce wit“ me, bounce wit“ me
[Tyra]
K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you
[Kobe]
Right, right, uh, uh, uh
Think ya eyein“ me, all along, I“m eyein“ 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
Uncontrollable 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, Don“t let the door hitcha, where
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 feignin“ for a
brother“s cash
Slash fame, slash power, slash respect
All the above, makes me a supreme threat to
scrubs
Love but do you want? One more “gain, let me
know
The words flow, from the bottom of your soul
C“mon
It“s like that
Right
KB
TB
Flawless
Like that, spit it out
