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love on you - ynw melly lyrics

[intro: tk kravitz]
yeah, tk kravitz

[chorus: tk kravitz]
yeah
i don’t wanna argue, i wanna f*ck on you, yeah
you can prolly teach me a thing or two, yeah
when them hoes see you with me, they gon’ hate on you
when them hoes see you with me, they gon’ hate on you

[post*chorus: ynw melly]
i don’t wanna argue, i wanna f*ck on you
bad pocket in your closet, i’m gon’ suck on you
teach yo ass with this pistol like a substitute
i don’t really wanna talk, i wanna f*ck on you
but if you front me any money, i’m gon’ bug on you
if you ever try me, swear to god, we pull up on you
and that ain’t no motherf*cking joke
big .40, you play with me, bet your insides get poked
[verse 1: ynw melly]
poked, uh, i’m tryna whip up that dough
she done snort on a boat, she tryna snort on that coke
on the lavender goat, on the lavender throat
and her throat so smooth it smell like loc
hold on got a b*tch, lil’ b*tch i’m yellow
oh god d*mn, i think i’m a feather
lighter than a b*tch but i hit yo ass whenever
playing with the gang, but you playing with the devil
f*cking with the clique, yo ass get hit
ynw on a whole ‘nother level
we ain’t really f*cking with the other, real sh*t
and my diamond shining on your b*tch
and my diamond shining on your wrist, but you knew since i was a jit
and she wanna go out with the clique, and she wanna f*ck on us
’cause we got a whole lotta, whole lotta drip
whole lotta blood, whole lotta crip, whole lotta sauce
whole lotta yellow signs in the mall, b*tch don’t trip, mhm
oh trip, mhm, got the drop with the crip, beat the b*tch, mhm
keep on snapping on them boys, timberlands, mhn
you better not motherf*cking step on them, hm
my n*ggas really gon’ step with me
and you know the n*gga playing the death of us
death with us, oh yeah, death of us
spiderweb in yo body, pi’erre, thinking they left us
k!ll the b*tch, took the blood, i leave her body in the grave
and that b*tch bad, and she’ll behave
if you treat her, no treat the b*tch just like a slave
i just want a thing, wanna be amazed
d*mn yeah, be amazed
and boy you better, ay you better get that b*tch
go on tell ’em
[chorus: tk kravitz]
yeah
i don’t wanna argue, i wanna f*ck on you, yeah
you can prolly teach me a thing or two, yeah
when them hoes see you with me, they gon’ hate on you
when them hoes see you with me, they gon’ hate on you

[post*chorus: ynw melly & tk kravitz]
i don’t wanna argue, i wanna f*ck on you
bad pocket in your closet, i’m gon’ suck on you
teach yo ass with this pistol like a substitute
i don’t really wanna talk, i wanna f*ck on you
but if you front me any money, i’m gon’ bug on you
if you ever try me, swear to god, we pull up on you
and that ain’t no motherf*cking joke
big .40, you play with me, bet your insides get poked (yeah)

[verse 2: tk kravitz]
i’m on my way, i’m on my way, i’m on my way
she crossed the line, but i swear it’s okay
’cause i got b*tches who gon’ do whatever i say
wrong or right, but my dawgs know how i play
i got n*ggas tryna steal my drip, they lurking on my page, what?
lying to my face man, i swear that sh*t be g*y
want my b*tches go forth west
f*cking with my bros, young n*ggas lay
this is how it goes
[chorus: tk kravitz]
yeah
i don’t wanna argue, i wanna f*ck on you, yeah
you can prolly teach me a thing or two, yeah
when them hoes see you with me, they gon’ hate on you
when them hoes see you with me, they gon’ hate on you

[verse 3: yung tory]
h*llo, how you doing? slanging dough on that b*tch
passing cute, she off drugs, so she keep chewing
can’t find her love, b*tch what you doing
gotta do my guy, b*tch there’s two of us
i walked in the club, bro go that toolie tucked
i hang around demons but no lucifer
i’m with tk, she said she wanna do bruh
h*llo, nice to meet you, pockets fat, queen latifa (woah)
said she want me, we can meet up, i’m living comfy
i got my feet out, yeah

- ynw melly lyrics

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