Lovey Dovey (Explicit) - YNW Melly/YNW Bortlen/Ynw4L/Toosii

Dmac on the ******* track

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Oh oh

Shawty say she miss me she know what I want

Even if she say she love me

I can't give in knowing I can't love

I just wanna be friends and ****

I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man

I'm 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 ****

I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man

I'm all about this money and love can't fit in

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 ***** off

Pull up we get missing we in the wind

On that good hen'

She talkin' 'bout all these h*es I told her what's up

Groupie you girl that's what come with

You see blue yeah that come with it

These h*es see somethin' wrong with it

If you **** with me gotta grind with me

You flake then you gotta go

'Cause shawty 'bout to blow

It she know it

Even if she say she love me

I can't give in knowing I can't love

I just wanna be friends and ****

I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man

I'm 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 ****

I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man

I'm all about this money and love can't fit in

Rich in the meantime I ain't mean nothin'

Drip you in celine now you selena

You the baddest I done ever seen

When I ain't seen you

Them other ******* wanna be you

I'm 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 ***** but you ain't mine

An't mine

I can't be lovey-dovey

I'm tryna **** all the time yeah

I tell the truth

Yeah you divine you divine

But **** me too

I hit it good and then I lick on your spine

Ayy I got my weight up

Now a nigga only think 'bout paper

Yeah it used to be me and you uh

I was tryna ball like a laker

From the 315 like dion waiters

You got a country accent

But you not from decatur

You know what it is

Yeah you know what it is

Girl what you need

'Cause I'ma cater

Ain't no lovey-dovey though

For real

Uh girl what you need 'cause I'ma cater