Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Executive Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Alexander Tumay
Alexander Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Lyrics

L-O-V-E For life My hands won't touch your soul C'mon pussy (Legend, Wheezy Beats) go on, nigga Love Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love (woo!) Love, love, love, love (love) Love, love, love, love Gotta ride for your team (err!) Nigga play you busting And I got me a high self-esteem (What? What? What? Yeah, yeah) Love, love, love, love (yeah) Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah) Love, love, love, love (yeah) Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah) (Gang, gang, gang) love Love, love, love Big old digits with me, big old Bentley with me Big old bitches with me (skrt, skrt) S gang, chino with me, with me I got three stripes, Adidas with me, with me (woah) All of my creatures with me, with me I got some features with me, with me Big racks and that Aether with me, with me (racks) Tote that like it's legal woody, woody (pew) I look that shit up 'bout a thousand times This bitch Master P 'cause she 'bout it, 'bout it That boy got cheap rims on a cheap Jeep (hah!) Just make sure you tell him his hoe a freak (ah) I'm sitting at the top of the nose bleeds And I got my gold off of Goldie Work it, twerk it, baby, you have to hold me, wait for home (Ahh, yeah) wake up to Young Thug (Ahh, yeah) have you ever been a shot caller? (Have you ever?) Proceed to the room, leave 'em stalkin' (yeah) (Go ahead) Love Love, love, love, love (yeah) Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love (woo, woo!) Love, love, love, love Gotta ride for your team (ride) Nigga play you busting And I got me a high self-esteem (What? What? What? Yeah, yeah) Love, love, love, love (hey) Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah) Love, love, love, love (u-yeah) Love, love, love, love (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) Love (yeah, yeah) Love, love, love (Thugger!) That's on me (what?) That's on me SOB, that's on keys (yeah, yeah) Bands on me, bands on me (woo, woo) Bands on me (hah), that is on me (brra, brra) Turn up for the girls, turn up for the boys Turn up for the club, turn up on the drugs Turn up on the molly, turn up on the Xan Turn up on a perky, give it to my man (woo!) Here, give it to your clan I put on my mink, I'm like a lamb Stop trying to impress these fuckin' cams (who?) I'm comin' for mine, Uncle Sam (woo, yeah) I'm turnin' money into power (what?) We not from here, we need a browser (yeah) You just squirt, squirt (ski) I know you don't want none, coward (knew it) I'm studyin' like a bookworm I'm tryna count at least a hundred bands (racks) Yeah And I wanna just buy some bigger land, yeah Love Love, love, love, love (yeah) Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love (woo, woo!) Love, love, love, love Gotta ride for your team (ride) Nigga play you busting And I got me a high self-esteem (What? What? What? Yeah, yeah) Love, love, love, love (hey) Love, love, love, love (yeah, yeah) Love, love, love, love (yeah) Love, love, love, love (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) Love (yeah, yeah) Love, love, love
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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