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lovey dovey - ynw bortlen lyrics

[intro]
(dmac on the f*cking track)

[chorus: ynw bortlen]
even if she say she love me, i can’t give in knowing i can’t love
i just wanna be friends and f*ck
i ain’t tryna tie you down and be your man
all about this money, and love can’t fit in
even if she say she love me, i can’t give in knowing i can’t love
i just wanna be friends and f*ck
i ain’t tryna tie you down and be your man
all about this money, and love can’t fit in

[verse 1: ynw bortlen]
it’s all about the grind, feelings don’t fit in
shawty say she miss me but i ain’t tryna miss these bands
i don’t want no kisses, bae, i’m tryna get my money up
broken heart, no love, quick to cut a b*tch off
pull up, we get missing, we in thе wind
[?] i told her what’s up
groupie, you, girl, that’s what come with
you see bluе, yeah, that come with it
these hoes see something wrong with it
if you f*ck with me, gotta grind with me
you flake then you gotta go, ’cause shotta ’bout to blow
[chorus: ynw bortlen]
even if she say she love me, i can’t give in knowing i can’t love
i just wanna be friends and f*ck
i ain’t tryna tie you down and be your man
all about this money, and love can’t fit in
even if she say she love me, i can’t give in knowing i can’t love
i just wanna be friends and f*ck
i ain’t tryna tie you down and be your man
all about this money, and love can’t fit in

[verse 2: toosii]
rich, in the meantime, i ain’t mean nothing
[?]
you the baddest i done ever seen when i ain’t seen you
them other b*tches wanna be you
clocked in, you know i’m ready to make the block spin
convertible, don’t know where the top is
and i can’t remember the last time i ever heard the clock tick
this a rolex, don’t hear the clock tick, yeah
boss b*tch but you ain’t mine
i can’t be lovey*dovey, i’m tryna f*ck all the time, yeah
i tell the truth, yeah, you divine
but sh*t, me too, i hit it good and then i l!ck on your spine
ayy, i got my weight up
now a n*gga only think ’bout paper
ayy, it used to be me and you
i was tryna ball like a laker
from the 315 like [?]
you got a country accent but you not from decatur
you know what it is
girl, what you need? ’cause i’m a cater
ain’t no lovey*dovey though, for real
girl, what you need? ’cause i’m a cater

- ynw bortlen lyrics

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