Artist: YNW Melly
Track: 772 Love

Lyrics
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Give me your, give me your

Give me your love
I'm in love with your touch
Your sex is better than drugs
Her mama love me even though I'm a thug
She say she can't get enough
Try to leave, baby, where the hell you goin' at?
I ain't tryna let you leave me, baby
I ain't tryna let you leave me, baby (ooh)

And I really want your lovin', oh-woah (ooh)
When you leave, it be hard to let you go (ooh)
'Cause when you leave, half of my heart feels cold
And you say that it's lovin', oh
And you say that it's lovin', girl
But you know that I'm your nigga, word
I'ma get it regardless
But the streets is why I'm heartless, ooh-ooh-woo

Break us up, baby, when they save 'em, was they lyin'?
We ain't really fuckin' these bitches, they be tryin'
But you don't like to listen, you get shit inside your head
Fuck you and fuck everything your friends said
You know how I feel

Give me your love
I'm in love with your touch
Your sex is better than drugs
Her mama love me even though I'm a thug
She say she can't get enough
Tryna leave, baby, where the hell you goin' at?
I ain't tryna let you leave me, baby
I ain't tryna let you leave me, baby (ooh)

Hey, baby, I'm BSlime, it's nice to meet you (it's nice to meet you)
I saw you from a mile away, it's great to see you (it's great to see you)
You lookin' bad but I can tell that you a diva (that you a diva)
I'll break and back it when I put you on new freezer (put you on new freezer)
I'll teach everything, bae, I could be your teacher (I'll be your teacher)
You can be my everything or you can be my eater (you can be my eater)
I could buy you wedding ring or put you on the bleachers (on the bleachers)
I ain't trustin' no one, baby, I gotta keep my heat tucked

What you say, what you say? Hey, yeah (hey, yeah)
My love is dead, I'm in L.A., yeah (I'm goin' hard, bro)
I'm gettin' bread, I'm gettin' paid, yeah (I'm goin' hard, bro)
I wanna spoil you like, "Baby, come here" (girl, where you at?)

Give me your love (your love)
I'm in love with your touch (with your touch)
Your sex is better than drugs (it's a drug)
Her mama love me even though I'm a thug (baby, I'm a thug)
She say she can't get enough (enough)
Tryna leave, baby, where the hell you goin' at?
I ain't tryna let you leave me, baby (I ain't tryna let you leave)
I ain't tryna let you leave me, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh)