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POP SMOKE - WHAT YOU KNOW BOUT LOVE (Official Video)

ہپ ہاپ اور ریپ

سال2020

دورانیہ2m

ابھی دیکھیں

7.8

What You Know Bout Love - (Official Video) by Pop Smoke Download here: https://popsmoke.lnk.to/SFTSAFTM Subscribe to Pop Smoke’s channel: https://PopSmoke.lnk.to/Subscribe New Merch: shop.realpopsmoke.com Follow Pop Smoke: https://instagram.com/RealPopSmoke https://instagram.com/ShootForTheStars Director: Oliver Cannon Producers: Shivam Pandya & Xiarra Diamond Video Editor: Jasper Graham Production Company: Victor Victor Worldwide Lyrics: Shawty go jogging every morning (every morning) And she make me breakfast almost every morning (every morning) And she take a naked pic' before she leave the door I be waking up to pics' before a nigga yawning And every weekend my shawty comin' over (over) Shawty could Fendi out, but she like Fashion Nova (Nova) She ain't driving no Camry, she pullin' in a Rover (Rover) With her hair so curly, I love you, baby She said, "What you know 'bout love" (I'll tell you everything) I got what you need (oh) Walk up in the store and get what you want (go get it) You get what you please We 'bout to get it on, take off them drawers (I said I love you, baby) It's just you and me You know what I be on, I'm about to go raw (love you, baby) 'Cause I like what I see Look, baby, I said I ain't gon' front You got my heart beating so fast to words I can't pronounce And I be getting the chills every time I feel your touch I be looking at the top and girl, it's only us All I need is your trust And girl I told you once, don't make me tell you twice I know you see this print through my pants that I know you like And yo' ass be looking so fat when it be in them tights And I'm going straight to the top, so hope you ain't afraid of heights You always treat me right, for a fact, you never left Through all the trials and tribulations, always had my best So here's 55 hunnid, go and get your breasts Start rubbin' on your butt, start kissing on yo' neck Hey batter, batter, hey batter, batter Niggas know I had to swing, I had to make a play I had to apply the pressure, 'cause you my hidden treas