What's Love? - Digga D

She don’t like when I go on the glide

But it’s like on the roads I reside

And what’s love cuz, I don’t know the meaning

And I’ve been lookin' but it’s so hard to find

I’m actin' like I ain’t got feelings

But deep down, I’m broken inside

And I ain’t into the preachin'

But I don’t know why these hoes wanna lie

She don’t like when I go on the glide

But it’s like on the roads I reside

And what’s love cuz, I don’t know the meaning

And I’ve been lookin' but it’s so hard to find

It’s been a little while, let me slide up in them DMs

Big drip, big whips, she seen me in them BMs

I know that she been preein', 'cause I been preein' too

And I ain’t gotta lie, Ma, I wanna be with you

In jail, no bail plus now I’m relaxin'

Smooth criminal, I do it better than Jackson

That’s bait, got a next ting bringin' the packs in

Bless her cotton socks, she don’t know what’s happenin'

The jail ting’s dead, B, I’m back on these roads

More than twenty on my chains and I ain’t done no shows

I’m done with these hoes, I need me a wife

I ain’t worried about a back, her breasts or her thighs

Restless nights in the pen, lookin' at my spends like, «Where's all my

so-called friends?»

Seems like she’s more realer than an end

She gets the same trust that I’m puttin' in these skengs

I’m actin' like I ain’t got feelings

But deep down, I’m broken inside

And I ain’t into the preachin'

But I don’t know why these hoes wanna lie

She don’t like when I go on the glide

But it’s like on the roads I reside

And what’s love cuz, I don’t know the meaning

And I’ve been lookin' but it’s so hard to find

Had this bitch I use to tap twice whenever it was that time

She could make your heart stop, flatline

She won’t ever leave me in a bad time

But I snaked her, left her in the cold, I saw a bad sign

Then I met this ting called Nina that I kept slappin' like Ike did Tina

Used to conceal her, chill and smoke reefer

Niggas must’ve thought that I’d never leave her

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that love was very rare

She loves the big drip, that’s a very heavy tear

Scratching Moncler, that’s a very heavy tear

We could’ve gone clear, free my niggas up in there

Missing birthdays every year

Restless nights in the pen, lookin' at my spends like, «Where's all my

so-called friends?»

Seems like she’s more realer than an end

She gets the same trust that I’m puttin' in these skengs

I’m actin' like I ain’t got feelings

But deep down, I’m broken inside

And I ain’t into the preachin'

But I don’t know why these hoes wanna lie

She don’t like when I go on the glide

But it’s like on the roads I reside

And what’s love cuz, I don’t know the meaning

And I’ve been lookin' but it’s so hard to find