Love Me (Luv Me Not)
We California lovin' on a friday night
Sittin' on top of the city look at all the lights
But they ain't got nothin' on you (we should)
Rendezvous, table for two (ooh)
Do you, do you mind if I tell you the truth? (truth)
And do you, do you mind if I keep it real with you? (you)
You makin' my heartbeat go like boom, boom, boom boom
Pull up, hop in the Jeep, we zoom, zoom, zoom zoom
We cupcakin', no filling (na, na)
Ain't no fakin' the feeling (na, na)
Nah, they ain't like you girl
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em
We cupcakin', no filling
Ain't no fakin' the feeling
Nah, they ain't like you girl
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em (you know, you know, you know)
You know you killin' 'em
101 with the top down, baby (mmm mmm mmm)
So you the one that they been talkin' 'bout, huh?
I can't even lie though, I could see why though
The way you wind slow got me like oh na, na, na (oh na, na)
She love me (oh na, na)
She love me not (oh na, na)
She love me in the back seat
Parking lot pimpin', I'm simpin'
Got me in that water, got me swimmin'
Got me thinkin' do she love me, do she love me not?
You make it go boot uh, boot uh
You got me chopped, got me screwed up
Got me rubbin' on yo booty like it's buddha (ayy)
I'm feelin' on that booty (you know)
You know you the shit, yeah, you know you that bitch, yeah
If I had one wish, yeah
I wish, I wish, I wish you would
Wind slow, it's a private show
All I wanna know right now, how low can you go?
We cupcakin', no filling (na, na)
Ain't no fakin' the feeling (na, na)
Nah, they ain't like you girl
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em
We cupcakin', no filling
Ain't no fakin' the feeling
Nah, they ain't like you girl
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em (you know, you know, you know)
You know you killin' 'em
101 with the top down, baby (mmm mmm mmm)
So you the one that they been talkin' 'bout, huh?
I can't even lie though, I could see why though (why that?)
The way you wind slow got me like oh na, na, na (oh na, na)
She love me (oh na, na)
She love me not (oh na, na)
She love me in the back seat
Parking lot pimpin', I'm simpin'
Got me in that water, got me swimmin'
Got me thinkin' do she love me, do she love me not?
Sittin' on top of the city look at all the lights
But they ain't got nothin' on you (we should)
Rendezvous, table for two (ooh)
Do you, do you mind if I tell you the truth? (truth)
And do you, do you mind if I keep it real with you? (you)
You makin' my heartbeat go like boom, boom, boom boom
Pull up, hop in the Jeep, we zoom, zoom, zoom zoom
We cupcakin', no filling (na, na)
Ain't no fakin' the feeling (na, na)
Nah, they ain't like you girl
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em
We cupcakin', no filling
Ain't no fakin' the feeling
Nah, they ain't like you girl
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em (you know, you know, you know)
You know you killin' 'em
101 with the top down, baby (mmm mmm mmm)
So you the one that they been talkin' 'bout, huh?
I can't even lie though, I could see why though
The way you wind slow got me like oh na, na, na (oh na, na)
She love me (oh na, na)
She love me not (oh na, na)
She love me in the back seat
Parking lot pimpin', I'm simpin'
Got me in that water, got me swimmin'
Got me thinkin' do she love me, do she love me not?
You make it go boot uh, boot uh
You got me chopped, got me screwed up
Got me rubbin' on yo booty like it's buddha (ayy)
I'm feelin' on that booty (you know)
You know you the shit, yeah, you know you that bitch, yeah
If I had one wish, yeah
I wish, I wish, I wish you would
Wind slow, it's a private show
All I wanna know right now, how low can you go?
We cupcakin', no filling (na, na)
Ain't no fakin' the feeling (na, na)
Nah, they ain't like you girl
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em
We cupcakin', no filling
Ain't no fakin' the feeling
Nah, they ain't like you girl
You know you killin' 'em
You know you killin' 'em (you know, you know, you know)
You know you killin' 'em
101 with the top down, baby (mmm mmm mmm)
So you the one that they been talkin' 'bout, huh?
I can't even lie though, I could see why though (why that?)
The way you wind slow got me like oh na, na, na (oh na, na)
She love me (oh na, na)
She love me not (oh na, na)
She love me in the back seat
Parking lot pimpin', I'm simpin'
Got me in that water, got me swimmin'
Got me thinkin' do she love me, do she love me not?
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Writer(s): Alexander Martinez
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