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Murda Beatz, Trippie Redd, Shordie Shordie
Mm, mm, mmh, mmh Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (Murda on the beat so it's not nice) Mh Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? Why don't we just f*ck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fucking it up I was on your mind, say you got time Come, come let me take it off Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? Why don't we just f*ck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fucking it up I was on your mind, say you got time Come, come let me take it off Like you got a thing for a nigga That been tellin' turn it around, let me show what I do I got a thing for a girl with a thing Just to show you that she got a mind on her too Her mama like whatever nigga she like She'll send her to daddy for him to approve I say I'm her daddy, she look at me happy Like baby girl, this nigga know what to do Thinking even in the bed Your girl always give a nigga head But now she ain't answering her phone Texting like leave a nigga lone And I ain't never live around trees I smoke that tree, still wish a nigga would Hear a lil' knock at the door so I let you in Now you saying shit good Ayy, I'm used to fucking with the bad bitches Like where you at? On the way, I'ma do her in the day I like to come with the bad bitches So I came anyway 'cause I'm horny Could've took another route, I ain't wanna 'Cause I take this exit and send this message And I'm gonna Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? Why don't we just f*ck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fucking it up I was on your mind, say you got time Come, come let me take it off Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? Why don't we just f*ck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fucking it up I was on your mind, say you got time Come, come let me take it off Shawty, we in love I feel too much pain when you're not around me Pop champagne when I'm in the club I can't, can't run away, can't run away from you (I can't, babe) I spilled some paint on a mink, bitch I'm elite Iced-out Patek Phillipe I graduated in the streets, critiquing the sheets Better have your nails and feet done You could bring your friend for threesome, yeah Tried to tell you don't fall in love All the things that I did and you still won't give up Is it L-O-V-E? I'm in the room but I still make you plead Baby, beg to me Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? Why don't we just f*ck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fucking it up I was on your mind, say you got time Come, come let me take it off Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? Why don't we just f*ck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fucking it up I was on your mind, say you got time Come, come let me take it off Oh, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy Uh, ayy, ayy Ayy, why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? Why don't we just f*ck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fucking it up I was on your mind