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Tory Lanez - Luv Ya Gyal // Love Sounds (Feat. The-Dream) (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Daniel Gonzalez
Daniel Gonzalez
Songwriter
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Songwriter
Anthony Woart
Anthony Woart
Songwriter
Terius The-Dream Nash
Terius The-Dream Nash
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Producer
Play Picasso
Play Picasso
Producer
Papi Yerr
Papi Yerr
Producer
Johann Chavez
Johann Chavez
Mixing Engineer
Michael Romero
Michael Romero
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Fingers through her hair, he tryna call her over there But she like, I, I, I She drop it down to the floor, I'm like, "Shawty, you should go" But she like, I Shawty pulled up on me, mm, tell me what it's gon' be Car stopped, tank on E, she got me waitin', OD When you walk inside the crib, keep your heels on And come put that kitty cat on me Oh no, no, yeah, you got a hold on me (oh, no) Let's talk about it, baby, I know you're 'bout it, baby I know you got a man, you know I got a lady I know the thought of us fucking, shawty, it's kinda crazy Even the thought of me saying that shit, it sounded crazy Ooh, back it up, let me smoke it, drag it up She be wanting me every time that I'm rolling, acting up Said, "I want you, girl, I want you" But I told you that enough I done showed you that enough No, this shit ain't adding up, oh no, no I love your girl, nigga I keep it so thorough with her I know that's your world, nigga But every time you try to call her over there Lil' mama stare, she say, "Fuck that nigga" When I put it in her rib, I say, "Is it here?" She say, "Fuck that nigga" Now, you keep it ice-cold, you leave my nights froze I know you don't love that nigga Like you love me, ay But she won't You got a side bitch, nigga, 'cause your main ain't coming home I got her in that zone, she out her thongs Now what is this? My nigga, I don't know I bought her brand-new heels so she can touch her toes And a nigga hating like he was before And she'll be here waiting to fuck me to my song (ooh, ay) I hate to see that look in your eye (ay, ay, ay, I can, ay, I can) I hate to see that look in your eye (ay, ay, ay) Bought her brand-new heels so she can touch her toes (ay) I can see it (ay) I hate to see that look in your eye But every time you try to call her over there, lil' mama stay She say, "Fuck that nigga" (she say, "that nigga") When I put it in her rib, I say, "Is it his?" She say, "Fuck that nigga" (oh, she say, "Fuck that nigga") Now, you keep it ice-cold, you leave my nights froze I know you don't love that nigga (you don't love, no, no, no, no) Like you love me, ay You're young, you got options, it's reasons why you don't listen You love taking flights, hopping on 'em and your man's distant You make moves in your city and did not get no permission You're not threatened by a good time whenever we're kissing (oh) Stayed up late for it (stayed up) Waited up, stayed up, smeared up your makeup Girl, I'll make up for it (for it) That NBA nigga that you fuck is in town And you're still down to break up for this He ain't gon' like me after this one Man, that nigga might wanna fight me after this one He wifes you down, I won't even call you wifey after this one 'Cause I ain't gon' lie, you did 'em shiesty after this one It was pricey after this one Spent his credit cards on me, you hit the jeweler and made moves You got me icey after this one You was Leo status, couldn't call you Pisces after this one You was nice before this but then got trifling after this one Hope you like me after this one, 'cause you're my- Let me be the one to make you say Girl, let me work that body into frame Tell me, "Don't stop", I'ma make you say my name In a falsetto, I make you sang Slow dancing in the club, she grinding on my uh I don't know the right thing to do Shawty got me blinder than a motherfucker Got me romancing in the club Hands touching on it, I'm crushing on it I dirty dance with ya, you ain't even with no amateur I'ma make you leave all in this AMG right here I be throwing it down, like them D's on the 'Lac And shawty, I just gotta keep one thing clear If I fuck you, you ain't going back, ooh baby Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ah, ah Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ah, ah Slow dancing in the club, she grinding on my uh You ain't telling me you had enough, 'cause you need a fix for it, baby That's when she jumped all in my lap just to give me that ooh-wee Then she whispered in my ear so secretly She was talkin' all that shit Soon as I hit, talking like this I'm well-equipped for this Soon as I hit, I cannot miss with this Don't be ridiculous, tell me, are you getting this? Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ah, ah Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ah, ah (oh, baby, ooh, yeah) You feel it, baby? (Yeah) I'll make you feel it, baby (yeah) Said I feel it, girl (oh, yeah) I said I feel it, ooh (yeah) Once I dip inside that (yeah) ocean and ooh-wee, yeah (yeah) And love me long time (oh, yeah) Oh, oh-oh (yeah) She said it feels like it's (yeah) her very first time (yeah) But she gon' get this work (oh, yeah) Oh, yeah, yeah (yeah) And I promised her that I oh-oh, oh-oh (yeah) You get it all (oh, yeah) I'll give you all of, all my love (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)
Writer(s): Christopher A. Stewart, Terius Youngdell Nash, Daystar Peterson, Daniel Gonzalez, Anthony Jr. Woart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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