Trick Daddy - Could It Be Lyrics
Could it be, you and me?Could it be? (heh heh)Could it be that Im lost,Gettin soft and just fallin in love(fallin in love heh heh)Could it be, you and me? (for my thugs yall, nigga)Trick daddy:Very sleek, gotta sneak,Peepin, creepin,Turn it up my homeboy,Tellin lies, to the guys, like nigga Im goin home boy.Hittin the back streets, wanna see my boo.Gotta gift for two, for you ,And something for your mama too.Thinkin bout ya all day, in a thug way.What a homie do with moms, with a moms and it cant wait.Tongue tied, ***** aint lie,She in love to the lil guy, and ya know,Showin love to the lil guy.Suckin, *****in, touchin one another,On top of the covers.Lets get some air up in this mutha *****a.And she was callin my name, and tellin me thangs,I cant explain.So for ever we should always be together.(shit)Sweet love, slow tongue kissin, and hugs.Im on a mission, wishin, kissin that belly button.She hum a song, that got me on.And it wont be long before I reach the zone.Move along, how ever long.To eat the zone, pressure stones, when you reach that zone.The ***** go home and leave them crooked *****es alone.Make your kids, and your wife, and your whole life.Itll be hard at first but hold tight.Chorus:Could it be that Im lost,Gettin soft and just fallin in love(am I fallin in love, oh no)Could it be that Im lost,Gettin soft and just fallin in love(am I fallin in love, oh no)Could it be that Im lost,Gettin soft and just fallin in love(am I fallin in love, oh no)Could it be that Im lost,Gettin soft and just fallin in love(am I fallin in love, oh no)Trick daddy:Could it be that Im lost in myself,Cought up in my self, tryin to keep it real,But all that wilin is costin myself.Could it be Im scared of the love.Yall want a turn to get so scandalousThis thug nigga just cant handle this.Twista:But the I neva met a girl that could role a philly like youYou could see I like you, when I kick my flow who feel it like you.You was lookin so sexy when you got out yo white,Checkin out yo thigh.The dreams of a fine girl, I see out my eye,She about yo size.Dont really seem like the type thatll really mutha ***** with drama,So nigga done just put up with a little trauma, so its me she seem to hona.These other hoes dont get showed lately, me and her been hangin.Smokin, drankin, keepin her shit tight,Swangin all in a midnight bangin,Never trippin, but Im tippin, or just kickin it with my dawgs.We ball with them niggas tellin me my nose been open,Ever since I hit them drawls.I tell them Im still a pimp,I dont really want ya but I just pretend.Cuz I damn near kick it with you the same way I be trippin out with them.Trick daddy wont rat on me, he told me, twista,Dont kick it how we get what, long as you handle your business, mista?So I sit back and say, ***** it? pick up the phone and call my ***** upStarted thankin, is it all in the bud or am I fallin in love.(fallin in love, fallin in love, fallin in love,Fallin in love, fallin in love, fallin in love,Fallin in love, fallin in love,)Trick daddy:(could it be, you and me, you and me, could it be,You and me, this that thug shit, what, say it.)Chorus:Could it be that Im lost,Gettin soft and just fallin in love(am I fallin in love, oh no)Could it be that Im lost,Gettin soft and just fallin in love(am I fallin in love, oh no)Could it be that Im lost,Gettin soft and just fallin in love(am I fallin in love, oh no)Could it be that Im lost,Gettin soft and just fallin in love(am I fallin in love, oh no)
