Love Songs Lyrics – Fivio Foreign ft. Ne-Yo

[Intro: Luh Kel]
I, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib
Every time I miss you
Na, na, na
Yeah, yeah
I, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib
I, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
Won't stop thinking 'bout it
Every time I think about you
I just get mad at myself
'Cause ain't nobody else
I can blame for the sh!t I do
And these damn love songs
Follow me everywhere I go
So why can't I turn off the radio?
Why can't I turn off the radio?

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
She got a different type of (Uh)
She'll make a n!gga want to wife (Yeah)
Prada blue, Dior suit, white Niker (Uh)
I'm still on FaceTime with the lifers (I am)
It's iPhones and the feds in the rikers (Uh)
Shawty gone treat me like she need me, huh (Yeah)
And she met me taking liquor to the fi-gi, uh (Huh)
I got a girl, she got a man, we moving sneaky (Uh)
We been drinking all night
Now she getting freaky-deaky, uh
And I hate it when she tell me
She gone leave me, uh
Let me eat it again, I'm greedy (Uh)
F**king her in the shower like Mimi
Shoot a porno on the phone
And hook it up to the TV

[Bridge: Fivio Foreign]
You gone get me answering machine (Huh)
Girl, leave me alone
'cause you're nothing that I need
I won't answer the phone

[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign & Ne-Yo]
Uh, yeah
We made a movie, uh
She was a cutie, uh (Yeah)
I remember how she use to make it gooey (Uh)
Yeah, I made a loopy, uh
And she arguing when she drinking
1942-ey (Uh, look)
And her sex was one of the best of
(And her sex was, yeah, huh)
I love it when she wanna dress up
(Uh, uh, oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo]
And it hurts
'cause I'm all that is messed up
Gave her some of my best of
Money and possession
VVS's and the necklace (Next gift)
To the next gift to the next gift (Reckless)
Living reckless with the next chick (I know)
So she decided to exit, I'm stressing

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
I can't stop thinking 'bout it
Won't stop thinking 'bout it
Every time I think about you
I just get mad at myself
'Cause ain't nobody else
I can blame for the sh!t I do
And these damn love songs
Follow me everywhere I go
So why can't I turn off the radio?
Why can't I turn off the radio?

[Outro: Luh Kel]
I, to your crib everytime I miss you
And I love to hear your voice
Sound like an instrumental
Yeah, yeah
Crib everytime I miss you
Na, na, na
Yeah, yeah
I, yeah, yeah
I pull up to your crib