Real Luv (feat. Summer Walker)
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 hurt, 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 verse though
Swear she me, got her talkin' like a
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
And I 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 hurt, 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 hurt, 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)
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 hurt, 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 verse though
Swear she me, got her talkin' like a
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
And I 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 hurt, 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 hurt, 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)
Credits
Writer(s): Kendricke Brown, Eduardo Earle, Demario Dewayne White Jr, Summer Marjani Walker
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