[ Featuring Murda Beatz, Trippie Redd ]
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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking it up
I was on your mind
