Aasim, Ryan Leslie - Real Love lyrics
[Aasim, Ryan Leslie - Real Love lyrics]
Yeah uh, huh
Welcome to the Social Club
Where life is a party uh
I been a number one player like Kobe
Now I'm lookin’ for love
I wonder if you could show me
Threesomes, foursomes, orgies in the sand
No kissin', no huggin', never hold hands
Social Club rules number one, three, and two
And since I wrote ’em all
Then I could break 'em for you
Cape in the safe but still a "S" on my chest
Super America, daddy knows best
You rockin' with me even though
It's such a slow grind
Black man credit but you ready to co-sign
My littlе diamond in the rough
You a goldmine
I'll evеn lick you from behind
If you don't mind
When the weather's fucked up, you my umbrella
Rich or a poor welfare to the bank teller
You my pretty little red Corvette
So I hop into your butter
Soft skin and sunset, uh
Is it real love?
You might be the one I'm waitin’ on, uh
(Uh, huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah)
So, is it real love?
(Is it real love, baby girl?)
You might be the one I’m waitin' on, uh
(You might be the one)
Still I get the itch to go
Back to my player days
All your chicks pretty
I be thinkin’ how to get away with murder
Kill the punani with the death stroke
But, I respect you
Plus I want you on death row
And can't another bitch ever compare to you
So don't let the smile and
The pretty hair fool you
She my little down bottom for
Her man 'bout it ass
We live life like ain’t no
Sand in a hourglass
Pissy drunk still cran' and vodka, bar hopper
All around the world
I'm the Bad Bitch Heartstopper
Sing my name like you tryna be a chart topper
Mr heart Throbber
Give a chick the cock proper
Comin' home early just to get a quickie
Goin' back to her with
Your inner thighs sticky
Nasty, intelligent, relevant, official
This some of the reasons why
A nigga fucks with you, come on!
Is it real love?
You might be the one I'm waitin' on, uh
(yeah, yeah) so, is it real love?
(Is it real love, baby girl?)
You might be the one I'm waitin' on, uh
(You might be the one, uh)
You used to be the chick I
Brag to my people 'bout in the beginnin'
I ain't even wanna eat you out
Now I lick you like it's goin' outta style
And for a while
I thought that I was buggin' but I see it now
When I mess up, I take the fall like a man
But, you right by my side
Cleanin' the rest up and damn
I ain't see this comin' but I like it
I used to say, "Never
" but now I'm ready to wife it
Where did you come from, where have you been?
(All my life, yeah)
Maybe I missed you in the past
(Maybe I missed you in the past, baby)
(Oh, I don't know but I)
I know it's no use now to pretend (Uh, huh)
(I can't hide, yeah)
All I can do is hope it lasts, yeah
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
So, is it real love?
(Is it real love, baby girl?)
You might be the one I'm waitin' on, uh
(You might be the one, uh)
I'm hopin' it's real love, yeah (Uh)
So, is it real love? Ha (Uh)
You might be the one I'm waitin' on (yeah)
Waitin' on, waitin' on, uh
Welcome to the Social Club
Where life is a party uh
I been a number one player like Kobe
Now I'm lookin’ for love
I wonder if you could show me
Threesomes, foursomes, orgies in the sand
No kissin', no huggin', never hold hands
Social Club rules number one, three, and two
And since I wrote ’em all
Then I could break 'em for you
Cape in the safe but still a "S" on my chest
Super America, daddy knows best
You rockin' with me even though
It's such a slow grind
Black man credit but you ready to co-sign
My littlе diamond in the rough
You a goldmine
I'll evеn lick you from behind
If you don't mind
When the weather's fucked up, you my umbrella
Rich or a poor welfare to the bank teller
You my pretty little red Corvette
So I hop into your butter
Soft skin and sunset, uh
Is it real love?
You might be the one I'm waitin’ on, uh
(Uh, huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah)
So, is it real love?
(Is it real love, baby girl?)
You might be the one I’m waitin' on, uh
(You might be the one)
Still I get the itch to go
Back to my player days
All your chicks pretty
I be thinkin’ how to get away with murder
Kill the punani with the death stroke
But, I respect you
Plus I want you on death row
And can't another bitch ever compare to you
So don't let the smile and
The pretty hair fool you
She my little down bottom for
Her man 'bout it ass
We live life like ain’t no
Sand in a hourglass
Pissy drunk still cran' and vodka, bar hopper
All around the world
I'm the Bad Bitch Heartstopper
Sing my name like you tryna be a chart topper
Mr heart Throbber
Give a chick the cock proper
Comin' home early just to get a quickie
Goin' back to her with
Your inner thighs sticky
Nasty, intelligent, relevant, official
This some of the reasons why
A nigga fucks with you, come on!
Is it real love?
You might be the one I'm waitin' on, uh
(yeah, yeah) so, is it real love?
(Is it real love, baby girl?)
You might be the one I'm waitin' on, uh
(You might be the one, uh)
You used to be the chick I
Brag to my people 'bout in the beginnin'
I ain't even wanna eat you out
Now I lick you like it's goin' outta style
And for a while
I thought that I was buggin' but I see it now
When I mess up, I take the fall like a man
But, you right by my side
Cleanin' the rest up and damn
I ain't see this comin' but I like it
I used to say, "Never
" but now I'm ready to wife it
Where did you come from, where have you been?
(All my life, yeah)
Maybe I missed you in the past
(Maybe I missed you in the past, baby)
(Oh, I don't know but I)
I know it's no use now to pretend (Uh, huh)
(I can't hide, yeah)
All I can do is hope it lasts, yeah
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
So, is it real love?
(Is it real love, baby girl?)
You might be the one I'm waitin' on, uh
(You might be the one, uh)
I'm hopin' it's real love, yeah (Uh)
So, is it real love? Ha (Uh)
You might be the one I'm waitin' on (yeah)
Waitin' on, waitin' on, uh