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Fivio Foreign – Love Songs Lyrics

Fivio Foreign – Love Songs Lyrics
(Feat. Ne-Yo)

(Luh Kel)
I, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib every time I miss you
Na, na, na
Yeah, yeah
I, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib
I, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your

(Ne-Yo)
Can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout it, won’t stop thinkin’ ’bout it
Every time I think about you
I just get mad at myself
‘Cause ain’t nobody else I can blame for the shit I do
And these damn love songs
Follow me everywhere I go
So why can’t I turn off the radio?
Why can’t I turn off the radio?

(Fivio Foreign)
She got a different type of (Uh)
She’ll make a nigga want to wife (Yeah)
Prada blue, Dior suit, white Niker (Uh)
I’m still on FaceTime with the lifers (I am)
It’s iPhones and the feds in the rikers (Uh)
Shawty gon’ treat me like she need me, huh (Yeah)
And she met me takin’ liquor to the fi-gi, uh (Huh)
I got a girl, she got a man, we movin’ sneaky (Uh)
We been drinkin’ all night now we gettin’ freaky-deaky, uh
And I hate it when she tell me she gon’ leave me, uh
Let me eat it again, I’m greedy (Uh)
Fuckin’ her in the shower like Mimi, shoot a porno on the phone and hook it up to the TV

(Fivio Foreign)
You gon’ get me answerin’ machine (Huh)
Girl, leave me alone, ’cause you’re nothin’ that I need
I won’t answer the phone

(Fivio Foreign)
Uh, yeah
We made a movie, uh
She was a cutie, uh (Yeah)
I remember how she use to make it gooey (Uh)
Yeah, I made a loopy, uh
And she arguin’ when she drinkin’, 1942-ey (Uh, look)
And her sex was one of the best of (And her sex was, yeah, huh)
I love it when she wanna dress up (Uh, uh)

(Ne-Yo)
And it hurts, ’cause I’m all that is messed up
Gave her some of my best of
Money and possession, VVS’s and the necklace (Next gift)
To the next gift to the next gift (Reckless)
Livin’ reckless with the next chick (I know)
So she decided to exit, I’m stressin’

(Ne-Yo)
I can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout it, won’t stop thinkin’ ’bout it
Every time I think about you
I just get mad at myself
‘Cause ain’t nobody else I can blame for the shit I do
And these damn love songs
Follow me everywhere I go
So why can’t I turn off the radio?
Why can’t I turn off the radio?

(Luh Kel)
I pull up to your crib everytime I miss you
And I love to hear your voice, sound like an instrumental
Yeah, yeah
Crib everytime I miss you
Na, na, na
Yeah, yeah
I, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib

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