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Diddy - Dirty Money
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Your Love
Lyricist:Indira Boodram, Kesia Hollins, Alja Jackson, Jazmyn Michel, William Roberts Ii, Unknown
We in the motherfucking building A hundred fucking bottles Yeah, come on, let go, let go
Girl, I want you face down, first thing when I wake up I already got you covered, girl, ain't no need for makeup I just need a camera it's all in the papers And then I am ready for the way that we're gonna make love
Feeling right now, I need you right now Trying to hold back, but you can get it Don't tease me right now, baby, please me right now Girl, scream yes if you're with it
Got one question, one question for you When I'm going through withdrawals Tell me what I'm supposed to do 'Cause I need your love, I want your love Girl, it ain't the same if I ain't got your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love All I want is you, baby, all I want is you, baby All I really want is you Your touch, your sense, my love Baby, all I want is you, baby, only one is you, baby
I'ma put it in your face, boy, as soon as you wake up Know you wanna hit it, want me to be a little slut If you do it good, well, I'll return the favor Baby, I'm tired of the bed, I wanna try it on a table
But I mean it right now, but I need you right now Come a little closer you can get it Don't tease me right now, better please me right now Let your tongue walk on this pussy
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Got one question, one question for you When I'm going through withdrawals Tell me what I'm supposed to do 'Cause I need your love, I want your love Boy, it ain't the same if I ain't got your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love All I want is you, baby, all I want is you, baby All I really want is you Your touch, your sense, my love Baby, all I want is you, baby, only one is you, baby
Bet you know I'm Diddy, ho, real dealy-o Real estate in the states spilling in Philly, yo I did it for the team, I did it for you, shawty I did it for the fans, I did it for the glory
Cocky niggers don't have cocky my yankee fiddy My wrist Rocky, Sylvester Stallone, Jacob Day Early birds, furry furs, his and hers Baby girl, silver spurs
You know I stay on my grind, and she be right there The shit I'm doing won't be seen or done for light years Talking me and you, the world is ours All we need is our love, money and the power
My love, your love, your sense, my touch Boy, I need your body, tonight I ain't leavin' this pub without your love
Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love All I really want is your love Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, yeah
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