Summer Walker, Moneybagg Yo - Real Luv lyrics

Summer Marjani Walker [Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.]

[Summer Walker, Moneybagg Yo - Real Luv lyrics]

808 Mafia oh, oh, oh, baby
Oh, oh, oh, baby

Real good, real crime, real time (Yeah)
But it's real love, real fun,  real love
Real hood, real wild, real loud (Yeah)
But it's real good
(Yeah! Yeah) , real love, real love, yeah

Let me be your getaway (Yeah)
Feel like a dream but we still awake (Yeah)
Never got to say what you wanna do
And where you want it at (Good)
I was finna do it anyway, I'm on the way
Rich sex, penthouse, top floor
And me, with me, With me
You know you my personal, do it all versatile
Ring around the rosie, now we goin' circular
Love it when she tell me I'm
Her daddy like I birthed her
Make me make a song about it
Eight bar versed her
Swear she me, got her talkin' like a nigga
Look like somebody drew her
Got the perfect figure
Havin' an attitude mean you
Really wanna beef up
Talkin' shit through the phone
When I pull up, Better not freeze up
(Maybe it ain't right)
It feel too good to be wrong (Baby, I know)
It's real love when you fallin'
Asleep on the phone (I, I)
It blow my mind 'cause I'm gone
But still hearin' you moan (Yeah)
Got me where you want me
I can't leave you alone (Yeah)

Real good, real crime, real time (Yeah)
But it's real love, real fun, real love
Real hood, real wild, real loud (Yeah)
But it's real good
(Yeah! Yeah) , real love, real love, yeah

Why you sittin' way over there? Slide closer
Good girl, but you the baddest, bipolar
Knew what you was ready to
Do on the ride over she know I'm not high
So she waited and came sober
Moanin' so loud
Make the neighbors wanna vacate
This some real pressure I'm applyin'
I don't play-play
Long stroke her slow and then fast
Straight A
Next time bring another bitch, three-way
She prefer me raw
But I ain't shootin' up the club
If I hit it missionary
Then you know it's real love
Like it when I'm rough
Want aggression from a thug
Came from the bottom 'cause we
Started on the rug
I can't beat around the bush
Gotta tell her how it is
Keep it 1K, show me who you really is
Lockin' up when I hit that spot
That's right between your rear
From the back, Got you bustin' back to
Back like hollow tips brrt, brrt

Real good, real crime, real time (Yeah)
But it's real love, real fun, real love
Real hood, real wild, real loud (Yeah)
But it's real good
(Yeah! Yeah) , real love, real love, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
(Baby)

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