(song) No Puppy Love - Free D/L
From the album Chess King. Prod. by Island Boi Beatz. feat. OK Dub. (3rd verse). Facebook.com/cvofromthemo
C. Vo is a brand new, young rap lyricist from Missouri City (The Mo.), Texas whose dirty south style merges old school hip hop fun with modern lyrical soph
C. Vo has been rapping since the tender age of 14 when he discovered a tape of old songs and unfinished beats his uncle Darrell "Dizzy D" Fields recorded over 15 years ago. Immediately C. Vo began to write original lyrics to the instrumentals. After all of the beats were used, he began recording to original beats produced by some of the sickest producers in the business.
Story behind the song
Song about my ideal ride or die female.
Lyrics
They call it puppy love, I call it Great Dane / cause mane she's off the chain, I swear it's got fangs.
More than just a flame, I call it conflagration, we take a staycation / but, send her to the stars, into different constellations.
So she calls me Astro, I spend the Benjis fast though / like Lassie on that dance flo, she brings it back in slow mo
her boy toy like Hasbro, I dictate like Castro / She bends down, she touch her toe, then throw it back like Romo.
She's hike'n that, I'm liking that / touch down, I'm spiking that.
I knock it down, she call the hogs / over that cat like Under Dog.
A purebred, like Sweet Polly / a natural high, don't need molly
Let's me do me to my own folly / means never having to say I'm sorry.
She's got my back, push comes to shove / Her heart's as pure as a dove / I place no one else above.
Her body's made for my hands like gloves / I dare they call this a puppy love (no puppy love).
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They call it puppy love, I call it full grown, cause I'm a big dog and she's a red bone / half black, half white, call her two-toned
Her body's so toned, she got it goin' on, / I think I've got a Jones, like my dude I'm so gone / her body I own, put my name on her heart like it's written in stone.
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I don't want to be right, if lovin' her is wrong / she showed up at my home in a choker and a thong.
She threw me for a loop, in a brand new Benz coupe / made me stand up at attention and salute like the troops.
But even better yet, I'll put ya'll up on the scoop / she does it doggy style and -- I ain't lyin', like Snoop. (Who knew?).
The first time I saw her, she turned her nose up / had her body going HAM like a stack of cold cuts.
I'm boss'n up, she softens up / soon after that we cozy up.
No trophy wife, she's bout dat life, chase degrees / still roll with Gs. Quick with the bail and attorney's fees.
Full pediigree, never been a sleeze / won't lay with dogs, no catching fleas.
No disease, fresh as Fabreeze, weak in the knees / gave her all the keys
Access codes, passwords, accounts / haunts my dreams like a séance.
Might mess around make her my fiance / to her body I pledge allegiance, I'm Jay-Z, she's my Beyonce.
Flaunts what she got, she a debutant / that sends me to the moon like astronauts.
