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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLOOOVE (Feat. Kid Cudi)
I get it, I get it, I get it loveThey love, they love me, love me long timeI get it, I get it, I get it loveThey love, they love me, love me long timeI get it, I get it, I get it loveThey love, they love me, love me long time (Long time)I get it, I get it, I get it loveThey love, they love me, love me long time (Long time)Y'all feel— y'all feel like that?Y'all feel— y'all feel like that?They give me, they give me love, they love the ScottThey love how the disc rock, they lovin' the Jac'No Wi-Fi, we hot spottin', connected the blockRunnin' through the club, we feelin' the loveIller than my trees, the Jac' in my steez, pleaseFive hundred degrees, nigga, who hotter than me? YeahY'all feel— y'all feel like that?Y'all feel— y'all feel like that?They love me, love me, love me, yeahThey love me, long timeThey love, they love me, love to show me loveThey love me, love me, love me, yeahThey love me, long timeThey love, they love me, love to show me loveY'all feel— y'all feel like that?Y'all feel— y'all feel like that?Come and kick back with usThis a new religion, come and have mass with usTell me have you made love to a bachelor?Turnin' bad city, used to grow up in the back woodsCome take a ride with the real, it's the last of usWe gon' make them Vogue bitches turn racheterFirst task, now, look, you used to laugh at usPass the Actavis 'cause a nigga past passivistImagine my world of misogynyNigga, fuck a— fuck a monogamyGot her head tipped over the driver's seatMeet me, don't go tell my mama 'bout this, babyHold up, we gon' own the summerNever-never stressin', no, we always hit the numbersCuzzo always stressin', always cuffin' different numbersKnow we tired of makin' shitYou know the streets don't make diplomasDrunk somethin', tryna find my keysAnd find myself lookin' down at the stars, the beesThe stars align, remember when it was RamadanI try a line, might try some crime, might try a dimeBut now it's time, baby, now it's timeNah-nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nahNah-nah-nah-nah-nah, get the loveAnd they givin' it up, likeI get it, I get it, I get it loveThey love, they love me, love me long timeI get it, I get it, I get it loveThey love, they love me, love me long time (Time)I get it, I get it, I get it loveThey love, they love me, love me long time (Long time)I get it, I get it, I get it loveThey love, they love me, love me long time (Long time)Y'all feel— y'all feel like that?Y'all feel— y'all feel like that?Fire ton—, fire ton—The night is too young and the love in the air hit meFollow all the vibes up in every cityGamble with your life, thinkin' 'bout itGoing through the night, you don't want it with himWe reach the glasses, the madnessThe tiniest of the asses, dance in the trancesBaby said she ready and we 'bout to find outDon't be mad, and we get it to find out, and we get itLivin' live, Richard Pryor on a missionAnd these niggas lookin' out, but they didn'tLet me slip into my mind, smokin' plenty but Tequila, babyMembers of the rage run 'way with itFashion week in Paris front row with itDiamonds on me, dancin' on bullshitSee a black guy done the job, yeah, I'm so winnin'
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