tough lover (yeah, yeah) A tough lover (woo) A tough lover (yeah, yeah) A tough lover (hey yeah, yeah yeah) A tough lover (yeah, yeah) A tough lover (yeah, yeah) A tough lover
just beat it You better run, you better do what you can Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man You wanna be tough, better do what you can
it That's Harlem World, I get on my grizzly savage, see? From the first day, we laid eyes on each other At the office, I knew we was gon' be lovers
Time to splash bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics Call my regiment up at midnight, tape on a flash light Youn claim you want beef, it's too tough, called
fightin' never ends? Baby, how can we make love, if we can't make amends? How can we be lovers, if we can't be, can't be friends? Baby, love is tough
I said, "I've got my mind made up I don't want to leave here baby 'cause it's clear to me That it's just too tough to find another lover like mine"
Many lovers has come and many lovers have gone Similar to an old fashion song (A thousand years from now) (We'll be still puttin' it down, my baby) You
fears Time, it's tougher than we both know yet Time enough for tears Time enough for being braver Time enough, I love this time of year Time, it's tough
'm rockin' the mic The extra dick to blow up the pussy for the rest of the night Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz They tough
Sister named Ronnie with the two-tone body Cat fueled with Bacardi, throw parties every Friday Fake lady lover, fucked his baby mother Hit it from the back, now I'm a tough
'Cause my love life is sadder than sad And when I write the book about my love It'll be a pop publication, tougher than tough When I get down on the
tough now, just getting tougher This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who
Hell any monkey can Your love's got me feelin' like a real man Oh feelin' like a real man I ain't no fighter that's easy to see And as a lover I
wrapped up in politics Some wrapped up in living long (And you're) All wrapped up in the beat of his song Gamblers wrapped up in making bets And the lovers
women, some will die before they born, They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs, (But me, my skin is brown and my manner is tough,) (
phone number was They're spendin up their money like, post them up and touch her up But it don't (?) tough, X-amount of (?) Son, bwoy, African and tough
fake clout 'Cause you're sauerkraut, you're not really about Nothin', you're bluffin' But I'm callin' your bluff to see if you're really tough Show
