Cakes da Killa, Josh Dst - Tru Luv lyrics

He was always in the wrong
Place at the right time
Ghetto tech tunes and a glass of red wine
Palms on my spine playin’ games with his mind
And that look in his eyes means I’m taking
It’s mine got lost in the diction
Tell me what are we missin’
From the net to the streets
Melting' chocolate on sheets he's
My latest addiction
Just that bad little mister
Sit a little closer, sip on this elixir
Rollin' my hips with a flick of these wrists
Got my palm on his lips
Comin' through like a twister
If you need me I’m sorry
Busy bein’ the life of the party
Tryna keep it humble but still a little cocky
Ima give it up though

The space between us
Pushin’ me away and it’s too much
You fraud, you're fake this ain’t true love
Caught up in the mix keep it true love
This ain't true love

Pin me down to the cushion (cushion)
What's cookin’ good lookin’?
I need body to body, you want it I got it
I serve it up sloppy
Talkin’ sex on the beach
Quick too got assault on repeat
Hotter than June and this n too cool but not
Far from a fool he just flirtin’ to be
Serve me up something sweet
Whip it up good if I like it I'll eat
He in it for days, tryna numb all the pain
Got these on my brain just
Don’t sweat the technique
N stay on the cream
I ain’t seen him in weeks
Ima keep it too real, sayin’
Fuck how you feel
When you see me don’t speak
Feelin so godly (godly)
Want your hands on my body (my body)
I pour it up double shot in the
Cup it’s just me and the molly (molly)
Kisses from papi (papi)
When my on this body (body)
I’ll give it up just don’t violate
Trust that mean don’t tell nobody

The space between us
Push me away and it’s too much
Fraud, you're fake this ain't true love
Caught up in the mix keep it true love
This ain’t true love