Your Love Lyrics - Last Train To Paris - Diddy-dirty Money

We in the motherfucking building 

A hundred fucking bottles 

Yeah, come on, let go, let go 

Girl, I want you face down, first thing when I wake up 

I already got you covered, girl, ain't no need for makeup 

I just need a camera and someone to tape us 

The internet ain't ready for the way that we're gon' make love 

I'm feenin' right now, girl, I need you right now 

Trying to hold back, but you can get it 

Don't tease me right now, baby, please me right now 

Girl, scream yes if you're with it 

Got one question, one question for you 

When I'm going through withdrawals 

Tell me what I'm supposed to do 

'Cause I need your love, I want your love 

Girl, it ain't the same if I ain't got your love 

Your love, your love, your love, your love 

All I want is you, baby, all I want is you, baby 

All I really want is you 

Your touch, your sex, my drug 

Baby, all I want is you, baby, only one is you, baby 

I'ma put it in your face, boy, as soon as you wake up 

Know you wanna hit it, want me to be your little slut 

If you do it good, well, I'll return the favor 

Baby, I'm tired of the bed, I wanna try it on a table 

Boy, I'm feenin' right now, but I need you right now 

Come a little closer you can get it 

Oh, don't tease me right now, better please me right now 

Let your tongue walk on this pussy 

Got one question, one question for you 

When I'm going through withdrawals 

Tell me what I'm supposed to do 

'Cause I need your love, I want your love 

Boy, it ain't the same if I ain't got your love 

Your love, your love, your love, your love 

All I want is you, baby, all I want is you, baby 

All I really want is you 

Your touch, your sex, my drug 

Baby, all I want is you, baby, only one is you, baby 

Bitch, you know I'm Diddy, ho, real dealy-o 

Real estate in the states spilling in Philly, yo 

I did it for the team, I did it for you, shawty 

I did it for the fans, I did it for the glory 

Cocky niggers don't have cocky my yankee fiddy 

My wrist Rocky, Sylvester Stallone, Jacob Day 

Early birds, furry furs, his and hers 

Baby girl, silver spurs 

You know I stay on my grind, and she be right there 

The shit I'm doing won't be seen or done for light years 

Talking me and you, the world is ours 

All we need is our love, money and the power 

My love, your love, your sex, is my drug 

Boy, I need your body, tonight 

I ain't leavin ' this club without your love 

Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love 

All I really want is your love 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah