Letra de 772 Love, Pt. 3 (Your Love) - YNW Melly

(Feat. YNW BSlime, YNW4L)

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)

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