Rob Markman – Love Language Lyrics (feat. MyCynfulWorld & BurnsBeats)

[Intro: J. Lo]
Like you don't know what you're talkin' about
I know what I'm talkin' about
You never know what you're talkin' about
I'm smarter than you, 'cause you're dumb
And that's why I talk like this
And I'll punch you in your f*ckin' face, okay

[Verse 1: Rob Markman]
I love my babygirl, we could move mountains
College educated, but she could move ounces
Lady in the street, a freak In the houses
She know how to turn me on, especially when she wylin'
She talkin' all loud and
This my favorite song, I need more volume
She cute when she mad, sexy when she poutin'
She makе my shit jump, especially when she shoutin'
They think that we fightin', this just how we talk
Ain’t no girls in the world like the girls from New York
Deadass, you shittin' me baby?
Every time I hear ya voice swear its drivin' me crazy
And i'll never leave, f*ck is you dumb?
She been right by my side every step of my run
Shit tight right now, I know I’m hurtin' it’s tough
But when Im right back poppin', it’s Chanel every month
[Chorus: Rob Markman]
When we talk, it sound dangerous
f*ck you mean? This our love language
I love my baby, f*ck is you sayin'?
Might sound like we playin', but trust, we ain’t playin
On God, that's my shorty

Swear to God she do anything for me
Nah, I ain’t cheating she'd cut me if she caught me
This shit right here, New York a love story

[Verse 2: MyCynfulWorld]
You don't even know what I feel for you, shit ain't cool
All this back and forth is all because of you
What I do? All I try to do is be a wife to you
Provide for you, ride for you, shit you know I'll die for you
Word, I'm all yours, p*ssy never dry for you
All these lame bitches, curve, they'll never cry for you
Word, cause you my drug, overdose and die for you
Just give ya girl the world and you know she'll slide for you
Like damn bae, I love you like the lah
You kinda like my drugs, you always get me high
And every time I'm stressed, you always get me by
Call me Bonnie and you know he my Clyde
Is you shittin' me, nigga?
I'm grown so you can't be kiddin' me nigga
I represent Queens, he was raised out in Brooklyn
Gave me that good, damn right I took it
[Chorus: Rob Markman]
When we talk, it sound dangerous
f*ck you mean? This our love language
I love my baby, f*ck is you sayin'?
Might sound like we playin', but trust, we ain’t playin
On God, that's my shorty
Swear to God she do anything for me
Nah, I ain’t cheating she'd cut me if she caught me
This shit right here, New York a love story

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