歌詞

Murda on the beatz 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 fuck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point of 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 fuck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point of 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 'Cause it show you that she got her 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 daughter 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 a hunnit a day, I like to come with the bad bitches 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 fuck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point of 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 fuck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point of 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 Pour the 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 Bitch, I'm elite, iced-out Patek Phillipe I graduated in the streets, critic 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 fuck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point of 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 fuck and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point of fucking it up I was on your mind, say you got time Come, come let me take it off 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 fuck and make love? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fucking it up I was on your mind
Writer(s): Michael Lamar White Ii, Nick Manson, Justin Tranter, Julia Michaels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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