Your Kind of Love

I don't want
I don't want
I don't want
I don't want glamorous stuff
My life is lavish enough
I just want your kind of love
I just want your kind of love
I just want passion and stuff
That good shit, that back it up yup
I don't be askin for much
I just want your kind of, yeah
Fuck all of that average stuff
People be doing too much
I think I had it enough
I just want your kind of love
Why they so worried about us?
Tell em to get out these nuts
I don't really give a fuck
I just want your kind of love, oooh
My lil baby got her hair did, oooh
My lil baby woot like there it is, oooh
My lil baby got a new phone, wooo
And she just gave me my own ringtone
(So now when I hit her up it be like, mmm yeah)
I feel like that way more than usual
I do not work in a cubical
I do not argue with stupid fools,
cause I don't want to sound like a stupid fool
I got a bad bad bitch with a hula hoop,
when she make it go round imagine what that booty do WooOOOooo
I be like re-un-re-un-re-un-re-un-re-un-re-un (yeah)

Call me up,
when you want,
I'll be here,
I'll be up,
2am,
smoke a blunt,
We can chill,
Chop it up
You ain't even gotta back it up,
unless you just tryin just back it and by any mean please back it up
I won't, front

I don't want glamorous stuff
My life is lavish enough
I just want your kind of love
I just want your kind of love
I just want passion and stuff
That good shit, that back it up yup
I don't be askin for much
I just want your kind of, yeah
Fuck all of that average stuff
People be doing too much
I think I had it enough
I just want your kind of love
Why they so worried about us?
Tell em to get out these nuts
I don't really give a fuck
I just want your kind of love, oooh
My lil baby got her hair did, oooh
My lil baby woot like there it is, oooh
My lil baby got a new phone, wooo
And she just gave me my own ringtone
(So now when I hit her up it be like, yeah)
I'm feeling like a roman numeral,
the way they not numbers aren't usual,
but i might never even drive it
though, y'all can here it at my funeral
I'm feeling way morbid than usual
My baby way more than beautiful, wooo
She know the words
She sing along
She made my shit sound like a musical (yeah)

Call me up,
when you want,
I'll be here,
I'll be up,
2am,
smoke a blunt,
We can chill,
Chop it up
You ain't even gotta back it up,
unless you just tryin just back it and by any mean please back it up
I won't, front

I don't want glamorous stuff
My life is lavish enough
I just want your kind of love
I just want your kind of love
I just want