Lyrics Your Kind of Love - tobi lou

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 passionate stuff
That gushy, that back it up yeah
I don’t be asking for much
I just want your kind of, yeah
Fuck all 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 bout us
Tell them to get off these nuts
I don’t really give a fuck
I just want your kind of love (oooo)
My lil baby got her hair did (oooo)
My lil baby woop like there it is (oooo)
My lil baby got a new phone (oooo)
And she just gave me my own ringtone
(So now when I hit her up it be like «Mmmmmm yeah»)
I’m feeling way more lit than usual
I do not work in a cubicle
I do not argue with stupid fools
Cause I don’t wanna sound like a stupid fool
I got a bad bad bitch with a hula hoop
When she make it go around, imagine what that booty do (woooo-wooo)
I be like [?}
Call me up
When you want
I’ll be here
I’ll be up
2 a.
m
Smoke a blunt
We can chill
Chop it up
You ain’t even gotta back it up
Unless you trying to just back it up
And by any means please back it up
I won’t, run
I don’t want glamarous stuff
My life is lavish enough
I just want your kind of love
I just want your kind of love
I just want passionate stuff
That gushy, that back it up yeah
I don’t be asking for much
I just want your kind of, yeah
Fuck all 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 bout us
Tell them to get off these nuts
I don’t really give a fuck
I just want your kind of love (oooo)
My lil baby got her hair did (oooo)
My lil baby woop like there it is (oooo)
My lil baby got a new phone (oooo)
And she just gave me my own ringtone
(So now when I hit her up it be like «Mmmmmm yeah»)
I’m feeling like a Roman numeral
They waiting on «Numbers» like usual
But I might never even drop it though
Y’all can hear it at my funeral
I’m feeling way morbid than usual
My baby way more than beautiful (wooohoo)
She know the words, she sing along
She make my shit sound like a musical
Call me up
When you want
I’ll be here
I’ll be up
2 a.
m
Smoke a blunt
We can chill
Chop it up
You ain’t even gotta back it up
Unless you trying to just back it up
Then by any means please back it up
I won’t, run
I don’t want glamarous stuff
My life is lavish enough
I just want your kind of love
I just want your kind of love
I just want, I just want, I just want