Wydcooper - Love u to the best of my ability

Love you to the best of my ability (My ability)
Love you to the best of my ability (Love you to the Love you)
Yeah, love you to the best of my ability
Yeah my ability (Yeah, yeah)
Love you to the (Yeah)
Love you to the (Love you to the)

Love you to the best of my ability (Yeah my ability)
I'll take you downtown if you just allow me (Just allow me)
I'll buy you whatever you want it don't faze me (It don't faze me)
Cause it's just a price on your head, and I light you up instead

And we walked in that party, yeah we knew what we want
Yeah we knew that we was the best, yeah we knew what we are
And I'll take you all the way to the stars
In a real fast car, and look at me give you my heart
Please don't break that shit
Please don't rip it apart, please go save it
Put it up in your arms, and cuddle it closely (Closely)
Hold me up like you really post to be (Post too)
Hold it like you really know me
Show me that this is what you want from me
Show me that this is the life you want from me
Show me you can take care of me
Show me that you really love me, value me

Yeah, bitch, swerving around in that mofuckin' ghost
Bitch I've been doing this shit for my friends
I just been stacking up all of these bands
I just been walking right out of the bank, hold up
Walking right out my apartment, hold up
Walking right out of that shit, got a glock on my lap finna' click
Better watch your ass
Better watch your right, better watch your left
Cause if you don't watch your ass then it might be life or death
Put you down in a casket, and i'm closing that shit
The last thing you'll see is my breath
Take your ass out in the cold
Drop you right there just how I told
Kick yo' ass in, now the mofuckers' legs foldin'
We don't give a fuck what he gon' say
Mofucker' better come ready to play
But if he don't then we spinning back
Drop the beat and we know we be kicking back
Drop this shit, then down like a running back
Draco got a shit ton of kickback
Don't watch this bro get your bitch back
Walked right out the spot and its lit that
And I don't give a fuck if you wit' that
Like bro stop telling people for attention you gonna' slit yo' wrist
Like what the fuck does that mean, homie
Nobody care if you even exist
Like hating ass dudes on the internet talking they shit
Nobody know you exist, why the fuck you doing this
Why the fuck you doing this, I don't know
Why you doing this
Why you doing this, man that's how the
Fuck y'all sound on the internet bro
And I get that shit back cause I don't give a fuck
Walk in that bitch and i'm airing it up
Smoking that shit cause i'm loving that loud
I just wanna' hear you say it out loud
Shootin' that glock and its stuttering
Zip his stomach up for we get another in
Shoot him up now the mofucker' stuttering
Yeah, now he stuttering
Motherfucker' now he stuttering

Written by:
Zach Cooper

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