"772 Love, Pt. 3 (Your Love)" lyrics

YNW Melly, Ynw4L & YNW BSlime Lyrics

"772 Love, Pt. 3 (Your Love)"

Oh, oh, oh
Give me your, give me your

Give me your love
I'm in love with your touch
Your sex is better than drugs
Her mama love me even though I'm a thug
She say she can't get enough
Tryna leave, baby, where the hell you goin' at?
I ain't tryna let you leave me, babe
I ain't tryna let you leave me, babe (Ooh)

And I really want your lovin', oh, woah (Ooh)
When you leave, it be hard to let you go (Ooh)
'Cause when you leave, half of my heart feels cold
And you say that there's lovin', oh
And you say that there's lovin', girl
But you know that I'm Young Nigga World
I'ma get ahead regardless
But the streets is why I'm heartless, ooh
Break us up, baby, when they say rumors, they lyin'
We ain't really fuckin' with these bitches, they be tryin'
But you don't like to listen, you get shit inside your head
Fuck you and fuck everything your friends said
That's how I feel

Give me your love
I'm in love with your touch
Your sex is better than drugs
Her mama love me even though I'm a thug
She say she can't get enough
Tryna leave, baby, where the hell you goin' at?
I ain't tryna let you leave me, babe
I ain't tryna let you leave me, babe (Ooh)

Hey, baby, I'm BSlime, it's nice to meet you (It's nice to meet you)
I saw you from a mile away, it's great to see you (It's great to see you)
You lookin' bad, but I can tell that you a diva (That you a diva)
I'll Birkin bag you and I put you on new freezer (Put you on new freezer)
I'll teach you everything, bae, I could be your teacher (I'll be your teacher)
You can be my everything or you can be my eater (You can be my eater)
I could buy you wedding ring or put you on the bleachers (On the bleachers)
I ain't trustin' no one, baby, I gotta keep my heat tucked
What you say? What you say? Yeah (Yeah)
My love is dead, I'm in LA, yeah
I'm gettin' bread, I'm gettin' paid, yeah
I wanna spoil you, like, "Baby, come here" (Bae, where you at?)

Give me your love (Your love)
I'm in love with your touch (With your touch)
Your sex is better than drugs (It's a drug)
Her mama love even though I'm a thug (Baby, I'm a thug)
She say she can't get enough (Enough)
Tryna leave, baby, where the hell you goin' at?
I ain't tryna let you leave me, babe (I ain't tryna let you leave)
I ain't tryna let you leave me, babe (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh)


Writer(s): Jamell Demons, Eduardo Juarez Hernandez
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