• Title:Love Me
  • Artist:112
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    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, what
    ATL, Harlem World, ATL
    112, Harlem World, 112
    Harlem World, ATL, 112
    112, Harlem World, ATL
    Yeah, kid you don't stop
    We won't stop, you don't stop
    Come on
    Baby whenever I'm with you
    No one else exists but you
    Cuz you're the one for me
    Every time that we're apart
    You're always in my heart
    And there you'll always be
    Baby don't go
    Your love's so special
    Can't let me go now
    If I did wrong, I'm sorry
    No one in life, is for me
    1 - Love me
    Hold me
    Squeeze me
    (Love me, never let me go, baby)
    Hug me
    Kiss me
    And love me
    (Love me, never let go)
    Whenever I'm all alone at home
    Just can't wait to be on the phone
    With you my baby
    Anticipating how you'll feel
    Listen to me I'm for real
    When I say I love you
    No one in life is for me
    Yeah ,yeah, yeah Kiss me
    What, what, what, come on
    Yeah, kid
    Harlem on the rise
    With 112 and you don't want no problem with these guys
    Yo, you cats never want no problem like we want it
    When Harlem World doubled up, we put G's on that
    I'm pushin' new 700 M.G.'s on it
    If that nigga can't see the ice, that mean my sleeve's on it
    You know I dress as I'm suppose to
    Stretch Lex with a shouffer
    Never sober, red Testarossa, cherry Rover
    Baguettes in my Jehovah
    Me and Puff at the Grammy's, sittin' next to Oprah
    (And the winner is)
    While we hear platinum that, platinum this
    Platinum whips, nobody got no platinum hits
    Cats know with me platinum always wrap my waist
    I come to the awards, quadruple platinum checks
    Little ones like twenty five, what cats get smacked with
    Big ones like fourty fives, what cats get clap with
    I react sick whenever my dough ain't adequate
    Harlem World, Jr. Mafia, yeah and that's it, come on