Real Love, Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Intro: Jacob Latimore]
Oh, oh-whoa
Oh, ooh-whoa

[Verse 1: Jacob Latimore]
From day one, told you I ain't the one that you wanna play with
I ain't the one that's gon' sit back and never say shit
I know you got a lot of niggas in the bleachers
Tryna take my play, oh
I'm the only one, bitch, you better let 'em know
And if I want that p*ssy from you, better let it go
And yeah, I f*ck with you, that's why I keep your wrist on froze
Yeah, I f*ck with you, and why you act like you don't know? Yeah (Shit)
Called you three-four times, you don't pay no mind
Text you with that message, you ain't get the message
When you go in silence, I get worried
Pull up on lil' baby in a hurry, yeah
Sit that booty on the nightstand
What you talkin' 'bout? I know you like that
And I'ma tell you when it's over
Oh yeah, you know she a soldier

[Chorus: Jacob Latimore]
Girl, it's a real love
Girl, it's a real love
Yeah
Now put your legs up (Legs up)
I got her legs up
And now she don't wanna leave
Now she don't wanna leave, oh

[Verse 2: Trevor Jackson]
You got me in love with the way
In love with the way you say my name, oh, oh-oh, oh
I could stay in it for days
The way that I feel it ain't gon' change, oh, oh-oh, oh
Girl, you got that candy, I'ma crush that thing all night
I'm a old school nigga, so I keep that [?] on ice
Really think that you the one, so baby, you ain't gotta run 'Cause I need a real love

[Chorus: Jacob Latimore, Trevor Jackson & Both]
Girl, it's a real love (Real love)
Hey, hey
Girl, it's a real love (Real love)
Love, woah, woah, oh woah
Yeah
Now put your legs up (Legs up)
Oh, yeah, ayy
I got her legs up (Legs up)
And now she don't wanna leave
Now she don't wanna leave, oh

[Verse 3: Rotimi]
Baby, real talk (Real talk)
I'm still trippin' off the last time (The last time)
When we played out your fantasies
I, kiss you in places you ain't know I could find (Oh)
You feel that shit in every stroke, when I hit your soul
Watch your waters flow, leave you wanting more (Ooh)
Lick you, head to toe, baby, nice and slow
So, can you let me know how you feel? (Oh baby it's a)

[Chorus: Jacob Latimore, Rotimi & Both]
Girl, it's a real love (Real love)
Real love, ooh woah, oh-oh
Girl, it's a real love (Real love)
Real love, real love, real love
Yeah
Now put your legs up (Legs up, ooh-ooh)
Oh, yeah, ayy
I got her legs up (Legs up)
And now she don't wanna leave
Now she don't wanna leave, oh

[Outro: Jacob Latimore]
Hit you nineteen times, ain't get no reply
You know that you f*ck wit' me, girl, I'm your type
Give you all my love and never tell no lies (I'll never tell)
Girl, I know how you want it (You want it)
Wake up in it in the morning
Girl, it's a real love

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