Youngtreasure - Love more lyrics

[‘Chorus] Til we get it right we gon' f** some mo' (‘til we get it) I'mma get it (I'ma get it), 'til we get it ('til we get it) 'Til we get it right we gon' f** some mo' (Im'a get it) I'mma get it ('Til get it), 'til we get it (Im'a get it) [verse 1]:youngtreasure Til we get it right we gone love somemore I got a radio screwed right in ma door And i dont never get allowences but i do chores People hate on me and it ain't nothing major It will be major when i get a record label Right now i keep yeelin out lifes lamest And shout lil moochie when i get a record label [Chorus] Til we get it right we gon' f** some mo' (‘til we get it) I'mma get it (I'ma get it), 'til we get it ('til we get it) 'Til we get it right we gon' f** some mo' (Im'a get it) I'mma get it ('Til get it), 'til we get it (Im'a get it) [VERSE 2]:youngtreasure Why do all you haters keep hatin I be on the couch loose and then i start plyin Girl back it up listen to wat i am sayin Back then wat i been through makes me forget what we arguin about hey...... [Bridge: Chris Brown] We do it like we rock stars Sexing in my hotel room, I be so loud Higher than a smoke cloud Shades on doing 95 with the top down I might sound crazy Cause we be going back and forth One minute I hate you, and I love you That's just how it is [Chorus] Til we get it right we gon' f** some mo' (‘til we get it) I'mma get it (I'ma get it), 'til we get it ('til we get it) 'Til we get it right we gon' f** some mo' (Im'a get it) I'mma get it ('Til get it), 'til we get it (Im'a get it) [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Why is it all so complicated Baby this should be simple, it's driving me mental But when you back it up it really drives me crazy And you know what I'm into, make me forget what we arguing about Aye [Bridge: Chris Brown] We do it like we rock stars Sexing in my hotel room, I be so loud Higher than a smoke cloud Shades on doing 95 with the top down I might sound crazy Cause we be going back and forth One minute I hate you, and I love you That's just how it is [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] Yo, he don't know me but he setting up to blow me, uh Said my Twitter pics remind him of Naomi, uh On the low I used to holla at his homie, uh f** it, now I'm about to ride him like a pony, yeah Okay, thug prolly, yo come polly He wanna f** a bad Dolly and pop Molly I hope your pockets got a muthaf**in' pot belly Or is it that you never ball? John Salley He had the Rolls in his Royce, the tone in his voice Don't want a good girl, now hoes is his choice D-D-Dick on H, p**y on W Mouth on open, a** on smother you Ass on the cover too, Elle Magazine Vroom, vroom, vroom, get gasoline Could I be your wife? Naw we could bang though I got these n***as whipped — call me Django [Hook: Chris Brown] ‘Til we get it right we gon' f** some mo' (‘til we get it) I'mma get it (I'ma get it), 'til we get it ('til we get it) 'Til we get it right we gon' f** some mo' (Im'a get it) I'mma get it ('Til get it), 'til we get it (Im'a get it)