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Tory Lanez

Luv Ya Gyal // Love Sounds

 

Luv Ya Gyal // Love Sounds

(album: Chixtape 5 - 2019)


[Part 1: Luv Ya Gyal]

[The-Dream:]
Fingers through her hair, he tryna call her over there, but she like
I, I, I
She tryna lay him to the floor, I'm like, "Shorty you should go," but she like
I

[Tory Lanez:]
Shawty pulled up on me
Mmm, tell me what it's gon' be
Car stopped, tank on E
She got me waiting, OD
When you walk inside the crib, keep your heels on
And come put that kitty cat on me
Oh, no, oh, yeah
You got a hold on me
Let's talk about it, baby, I know you 'bout it, baby
I know you got a man, you know I got a lady
I know the thought of us fucking, shawty, it's kinda crazy
Even the thought of me saying that shit is sounding crazy
Ooh, back it up, let me smoke it, drag it up
You be wanting me every time that I'm rolling, acting up
Said I want you, girl, I want you, but I told you that enough
I done showed you that enough
No, this shit ain't adding up, oh, no, no
I love your girl, nigga
I keep it so thorough with her
I know that's your world, nigga

But every time you try to call her over there, lil' mama stay
She say, "Fuck that nigga"
When I put it in her rib, I say, "Is it his?"
She say, "Fuck that nigga"
Now, you keep it ice cold, you leave my nights froze
I know you don't love that nigga
Like you love me, ayy

[The-Dream:]
But she won't
I hope you got a side bitch, nigga
'Cause your main ain't coming home
I got her in that zone, she out her thongs
And what this is? My nigga, I don't know
I bought her brand new heels so she could touch her toes
And her nigga hating like he was before
And she been here waiting to fuck me to my song (Ooh, ayy)
I hate to see that look in your eyes (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I, I hate to see that look in your eyes (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bought her brand new heels so she could touch her toes (Ayy)
I can see it (Ayy)
I hate to see that look in your eyes

[Tory Lanez:]
But every time you try to call her over there, lil' mama stay
She say, "Fuck that nigga" (She say, "that nigga")
When I put it in her rib, I say, "Is it his?"
She say, "Fuck that nigga" (Oh, she say, "Fuck that nigga")
Now, you keep it ice cold, you leave my nights froze
I know you don't love that nigga (You don't love, no, no, no, no)
Like you love me, ayy

You're young, you got options, it's reasons why you don't listen
You love taking flights, hopping on 'em when your man's distant (Oh)
You made moves in your city and did not get no permission
You're not threatened by a good time whenever we're kissing (Oh)
Stayed up late for it (Stayed up)
Waited up, stayed up, smeared up your makeup
Girl, I'll make up for it (For it)
That NBA nigga that you fuck is in town
And you're still down to break up for this
He ain't gon' like me after this one
Man, that nigga might wanna fight me after this one
He wifes you down
I won't even call you wifey after this one
'Cause I ain't gon' lie, you did him shiesty after this one
It was pricey after this one
Spent his credit cards on me, you hit the jeweler and made moves
You got me icey after this one
You was Leo status, couldn't call you Pisces after this one
You was nice before this but then got trifling after this one
Hope you like me after this one
'Cause you're my—

[Part 2: Love Sounds]

[Tory Lanez:]
Let me be the one to make you say
Girl, let me work that body in a frame
Tell me don't stop, I'ma make you say my name
In a falsetto, I make you sing

Slow dancing in the club, she grinding on my uh
I don't know the right thing to do
Shawty got me blinder than a motherfucker
Got me romancing in the club
Hands touching on it, I'm crushing on it
I dirty dance with ya
You ain't dealing with no amateur
I'ma make you leave all in this AMG right here
I be throwing it down like them D's on the 'Lac
And shawty, I just gotta keep one thing clear
If I fuck you, you ain't going back, oh, baby

Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ah, ah
Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ah, ah

Slow dancing in the club, she grinding on my uh
And you telling me you had enough 'cause you need a fix for it, baby
That's when she jumped all in my lap just to give me that, ooh-wee
Then she whispered in my ears, so secretly
She was talking all that shit
Soon as I hit, talking like this
I'm well equipped for this
Soon as I hit, I cannot miss with this
Don't be ridiculous
Tell me, are you getting this?

Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ah, ah
Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ah, ah (Oh, baby, ooh, yeah)

(Yeah)
You feel it, baby? (Yeah)
I'll make you feel it, baby (Yeah)
Said I feel it, girl (Oh, yeah)
I said I feel it, ooh (Yeah)
Once I dip inside that (Yeah) ocean and ooh-wee, yeah (Yeah)
And love me long time (Oh, yeah)
Oh, oh-oh (Yeah)
She said it feels like it's (Yeah) her very first time (Yeah)
But she gon' get this work (Oh, yeah)
Oh, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
And I promised her that I oh-oh, oh-oh (Yeah)
You get it all (Oh, yeah)
I'll give you all of, all my love (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)

done

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