LOVE(feat. Trippie Redd) (Explicit) 歌詞
LOVE(feat. Trippie Redd) (Explicit) - Shordie Shordie/Murda Beatz/Trippie Redd
Lyrics by：Luis Witkiewitz/Raquan Hudson/Shane Lindstrom
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Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E
Why don't we just f**k and make up
Know what you like everybody good
No point of f**king it up
I was on your mind say you got time
Come come let me take it up
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E
Why don't we just f**k and make up
Know what you like everybody good
No point of f**king it up
I was on your mind say you got time
Come come let me take it up
Like you got a thing for a n***a that been tellin'
Turn it around let me show what I do
I got a thing for a girl with a thing
'Cause it show you that she got her mind on her too
Her mama like whatever n***a she like she
Just send him to daddy for him to approve
I say I'm her daddy she look at me happy
Like baby girl this n***a know what to do
Thinking even in the bed
Your daughter always give a n***a head
But now she ain't answering the phone
Texting like leave a n***a 'lone
And I ain't never live around trees
I smoke that tree still wish a n***a would
Hear a lil' knock at the door so
I let you in now you saying s**t good
Ayy I'm used to f**king with the bad b***hes
Like where you at on the way
I'ma do a hunnit a day
I like to come with the bad b***hes
So I came anyway 'cause I'm on it
Could've took another route I ain't wanna
'Cause I take this exit and send this message
Then I'm gone
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E
Why don't we just f**k and make up
Know what you like everybody good
No point of f**king it up
I was on your mind say you got time
Come come let me take it up
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E
Why don't we just f**k and make up
Know what you like everybody good
No point of f**king it up
I was on your mind say you got time
Come come let me take it up
Shawty we in love
I feel too much pain when you're not around me
Love champagne when I'm in the club
I can't can't run away can't run away from you Bae
I spilled some paint on a mink b***h
I'm elite iced-out Patek Phillipe
I graduated in the streets critique in the sheets
Better have your nails and feet done
You could bring your friend have a threesome yeah
I 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 it bleed
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**k and make up
Know what you like everybody good
No point of f**king it up
I was on your mind say you got time
Come come let me take it up
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E
Why don't we just f**k and make up
Know what you like everybody good
No point of f**king it up
I was on your mind say you got time
Come come let me take it up
Oh ayy ayy ayy ayy
Oh ayy 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**k and make love
Know what you like everybody good
No point in f**king it up
I was on your mind
Aaaaaaaaa
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