Nicki Minaj – Your Love

Your Love is a melodious and award winning Hip-Hop/Rap song created by an exceptionally talented rapper called, Nicki Minaj.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 12 on her top charting album project called “Pink Friday” was officially released on 1 January 2010.

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Shawty, I’ma only tell you this once, you the illest

(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)

And for your lovin’, I’ma Die Hard like Bruce Willis

(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)

You got spark, you, you got spunk

You, you got somethin’ all the girls want

You’re like a candy store and I’m a toddler

You got me wantin’ more and m-m-more of

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love

Your love, your love

Your love, your love

Your love, your love (mm, uh, yo)

He the type to pop tags and be cockin’ the brim

Might breeze through the Ave, might stop at the gym

And he keep a du rag, keep the wave on swim

W-W-Waves on swim so they hate on him

Anyway, I think I met him sometime before

In a different life or where I record

I mean he was Adam, I think I was Eve

But my vision ends with the apple on the tree

‘S’ on my chest ’cause I’m ready to save him

Ready to get buck on anybody that plays him

And I think I love him, I love him just like I raised him

When he call me mama, lil’ mama, I call him, baby

Shawty, I’ma only tell you this once, you the illest

(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)

And for your lovin’, I’ma Die Hard like Bruce Willis

(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)

You got spark, you, you got spunk

You, you got somethin’ all the girls want

You’re like a candy store and I’m a toddler

You got me wantin’ more and m-m-more of

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love

Your love, your love

Your love, your love

Your love (yeah), your love (yeah)

He the type to keep a couple hundred grand in the rubber band

Just left Money Gram in the lemon Lamb’

Hot damn, make me scream like Summer Jam

I mean that nigga must be from the motherland

Anyway, I think I met him in the sky

When I was a geisha, he was a samurai

Somehow I understood him when he spoke Thai

Never spoke lies and he never broke fly

‘S’ on my chest, lemme get my cape on

He’s so thugged out, Ghostface and Raekwon

Convict, just like Akon

‘Cause you know snitches be puttin’ the jake on

Shawty, I’ma only tell you this once, you the illest

(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)

And for your lovin’, I’ma Die Hard like Bruce Willis

(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)

You got spark, you, you got spunk

You, you got somethin’ all the girls want

You’re like a candy store and I’m a toddler

You got me wantin’ more and m-m-more of

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love

Your love, your love

Your love, your love

Your love, your love

Find me in the dark

I’ll be in the stars

Find me in your heart

I’m in need of your love

Your love, your love

Your love

Baby, you the illest

Your love

Your love