Your Love (new clean mix) (Promo Only clean edit) Lyrics & Tabs by Nicki Minaj
Your Love (new clean mix) (Promo Only clean edit)
guitar chords lyrics
Goo!
Do be do be do do do oh
Do be do be do do do oh
Shawty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest
(Ba Bada Da Oh)
And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis
(Ba BaDa Da Oh)
You got spark
You-you got spunk
You-you got something all the girls want
You're like a candy store
And I'm a toddler
You got me wanting more and ma ma more of
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
You got me wanting more and ma ma more of
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Yo, he the type that pop tags and be cockin' the brim
Might breeze through the ave, might stop at the gym
And he keep a durag, keep his wave on swim
W-w-waves on swim, so they hate on him
Anyway, I think I meet him sometime before
In a different Life or where I recall
I mean he was Adam
I think I was Eve
But my vision ends with the apple on the tree
S-s-s on my chest
'Cause I'm ready to save him
Ready to give up on anybody that plays him
And I think I love him, I love him just like I raised him
When he call me "Mama"
Lil Mama, I call him "Baby"
Shawty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest
(Ba Bada Da Oh)
And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis
(Ba BaDa Da Oh)
You got spark
You-you got spunk
You-you got something all the girls want
You're like a candy store
And I'm a toddler
You got me wanting more and ma ma more of
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Mmhm, yo, yo
He the type that keep a couple hundred-grand in a rubberband
Just left money gram in the lemon-lam
Hot damn, make me scream like Summer Jam
I mean that nigga must be from another land
Anyway, I think I meet him the sky
When I was in Geisha, he was a samari
Somehow I understood him when he spoke Thai
Never spoke lies and he never broke Fly
S-s-s on my chest
Let me get my cape on
He's so thudded out
Go space and Rapons!
Konvict! Just like Akon
'Cause you know the snitches be putting the Jake-on
Shawty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest
(Ba Bada Da Oh)
And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis
(Ba BaDa Da Oh)
You got spark
You-you got spunk
You-you got something all the girls want
You're like a candy store
And I'm a toddler
You got me wanting more and ma ma more of
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love, yeah, yeah
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Find me in the dark
I'll be in the stars
Find me in your heart
I'm in need of your love
Your love, your love
Your love
Baby, you're the illest! (illest-illest)
Your love!
Your love!
