Papa Gyete - Your Love

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

I OD, I OD, I OD, I OD on your love
But I don't need a fix
If this be what go kill me
Then I beg leff me make I die
Not your cup of tea
Pour me some sugar
3 days pass,pɛ
Edey Like a year, I swear
I dey miss you pass aeeee
I really need you here
I really dey try to cope with all this Constant thinking of you
I smell the sheets, smell your shada
Just to get a sense of you
I dey scroll through your socials
Just to see your picture oooo
I even just dey bell your phone
Answering machine, I dey listen
Just to hear your voice oooo

Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey mad oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey craze oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey mad oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey craze oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey mad oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey craze oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey mad oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love

I dey mad, I dey craze when I'm on
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I dey mad, I dey craze when I'm on
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I dey mad, I dey craze when I'm on
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I dey mad, I dey craze when I'm on
Your love, your love, your love, your love

Truth be told
I think I caught the love bug
It's got bugging straight up wired men
I ain't the type to kiss and tell
But I might as well
Cuz it's written all over my face
Ha... In bold fonts... in Love, I can't front
Your nectar sweet kisses
Putting butterflies in my Tommy
You make a grown-ass dude be a kid again
Like pretty please don't put up the toys let's play again
My favorite one is the Twister wild...weird positions
Her recipe for making love knocks me off my feet
First is an ounce of attention
Then a cup of suspense
A pinch of freaky essence
A whole lot of spice I'm African
She knows I like it hot
She takes her time
She loves to let it marinate
She stares it up on
Some good conversation
Like babe you ready to eat
Let me serve you in bed
That's why

Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey mad oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey craze oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey mad oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey craze oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey mad oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey craze oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I just dey mad oooo
Your love, your love, your love, your love

I dey mad, I dey craze when I'm on
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I dey mad, I dey craze when I'm on
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I dey mad, I dey craze when I'm on
Your love, your love, your love, your love
I dey mad, I dey craze when I'm on
Your love, your love, your love, your love

Written by:
Charles Williams

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