Lyrics: Jonathan Rotem/Jack Gilinsky/Caleb Toliver
Music: Jonathan Rotem/Jack Gilinsky/Caleb Toliver
If I gotta speak facts
Even if we’re on a break, you’re still mine
And you know I’m still yours
Long as we don’t go and cross that one line
Said you got a new man
But I know it’s all me you’re missing
And that body don’t lie
I’ll be over there in a minute
Don’t let too many nights go by
Before you try to make this right
Don’t make me find someone who
Knows how to do the things you do with my love
My love, my love, my love
Tell me what you’re tryna do with
My love, my love, my love
Show me you don’t wanna lose it
Don’t make me find someone who
Knows how to do the little things you do with
My love, my love, my love
I gave you Don T in the fall baby
The head was too good to recall baby
Ain’t know I was getting down with your lady
No need to get mad, she love the pipe
She gentle, let a nigga enter
Tell em where we endin up
I got in the Benz truck
Licky, licky then some
Just call up your friends hon
Come and get her when we’re done
My love, my love, my love
It’s too much for you, you know who I’m talking to
My love, my love, my love
She off a Xanny with that dude, that got lil shawty in a mood
My love, my love, my love
Tell me what you’re tryna do with
My love, my love, my love
Show me you don’t wanna lose it
Don’t make me find someone who
Knows how to do the little things you do with
My love, my love, my love
Don’t let too many nights
Pass before you try to make this right
Don’t make me find someone who
Knows how to do the little things you do with
My love, my love, my love
Tell me what you tryna do with
My love, my love, my love
Show me you don’t wanna lose it
Don’t make me find someone who
Knows how to do the little things you do with
My love, my love, my love