Preme - Love cost too much

Mmh (let me beat it up again gyal)

You wan' go di mall, you wan' ball pon ya friend dem
Me seh yuh love costing too much baby, yeah
You wan' Louis V, you wan' Prada, you wan' Gucci
Me seh yuh love costing too much baby
You say you wan' house
You wan' car, Rolls Royce
Seh yuh love costing too much baby, yeah
And me swear pon mi life me wish you coulda be my lady
But yuh love costing too much baby, woii

Just can't afford you, cost too much to love you
Your love cost too much, your love cost too much
Just can't afford you, cost too much to love you
Your love cost too much, your love cost too much

She, watching me close, gotta stay on ya toes, before
She meet ya sis, then be fuckin ya bros, let's both
Fuck and be friends wanna show you the ropes, ya know
Like medicine, tell her gimme a dose, I go
'Round and 'round, kitty so wet I might drown, drown, drown
Must've found my heart in that lost and found
'Cause I wasn't planning on using that shit right now, too lit right now
Got my heart broke 'cause I played the game wrong
Grocery list a page long with hoes names on
'Cause the birds only stay close when the bread tall
Then I bet they all go ghost when the chips fall


In love with the life so she can't love me
Love got a price and it don't come cheap
Blind from the lights and the life we lead
Know what you want and it just ain't me

You wan' go di mall, you wan' ball pon ya friend dem
Me seh yuh love costing too much baby, yeah
You wan' Louis V, you wan' Prada, you wan' Gucci
Me seh yuh love costing too much baby
You say you wan' house
You wan' car, Rolls Royce
Seh yuh love costing too much baby, yeah
And me swear pon mi life me wish you coulda be my lady
But yuh love costing too much baby (baby)

Pree me, primadonna
Hotter than peppa, hotter than sauna
Let me come over park inna garage
Blue bills tek over but me love di ménage
You tek man fi genie
You wan' car, you wan', house you wan' tv
Gyal me want ya bad, what's the price? Tek it easy
Ball out wit ya friend especially di one Cee-Cee
Gi' you Louis bag, wrap it up with the VVs
Yuh choosy, so me leave you 'bout two gs
Gyal kick out, from you know yuh unruly
Cyaan' miss out pon di dice and Loodie

Control me, me nuh playstation
You give me shit, don't me gi' you vacation? So fuck that
You wid another man, but you still don't wan' lose me
Cah me seh yuh no good for me, but you still wan' Gucci
You on demon time but you look like a goodie

Writers: Andrae Hugh Sutherland , Raynford Humphrey , Tyshane Thompson

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