So tell me what’s love

It’s a late night phone call 
just to tell ya boy you turned on

Oh

It’s a short skirt no panties 
Wiggle on me in the line at Starbucks

Oh

It’s the way you tell me deeper
when we talkin bout life

Oh

It’s the late night feelin right 
do it any typa way I like

You don’t mind if I say so
You always down to get paid too
Money number one but I’m a close 2
And you always bring it home like you Supposed to

You the cream to my coffee 
make the temperature right
You The lean in my swagga 
Baby do it how you know I like

You the pop to my cycle
Fickle when it comes to ice
You’re the jewels in the sword 
in the hand of a knight baby ima killa
Baby ima killa
Baby ima killa
And id kill fa you

So tell me what’s love
Is it just like this

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It’s the way you hold my hand in 
between ya legs sayin mmm hmm

Oh

It’s the way you tell me hold up 
this a perfect spot to get it on

Oh

All the ways you let em know that 
I’m the one on the throne 

That look in your eye 
when I’m off on a tangent I’m gone

We do those deep conversations 
You know The ones with no talkin
No words left to say So 
touchin’s the only option

You the shine to a goddess
You the rose to my garden
You never gotta question If I
Ever hafta get it poppin baby ima killa

I don’t hafta wonder if your down 
or not
You know I’m the one and that’s the game 
on lock
They can’t touch me now that I’m on fire
Thas hot
You keep on like that I’ll make you beg me 
to stop

That’s love

Ya it’s this ya it’s this