Trippie Redd - Love lyrics

[Intro: Shordie Shordie] Mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (Murda on the beat so it's not nice) [Chorus: Shordie Shordie] Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? Why don't we just fu*k and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fu*king it up I was on your mind, say you got time Don't 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 fu*k and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fu*king it up I was on your mind, say you got time Don't come let me take it up [Verse 1: Shordie Shordie] Like you got a thing for a ni**a that been tellin' Turn it around, let me show what I do I got a thing for a girl [?] [?] show you that she got a mind on her too Her mama like whatever ni**a 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 ni**a know what to do Thinking even in the bed Your girl always give a ni**a head But now she ain't answering her phone Texting like leave a ni**a lone And I ain't never live around trees, I smoke that tree, still wish a ni**a would Hear a lil' knock at the door so I let you in, now you saying sh*t good Ayy, I'm used to fu*king with the bad b*tches Like where you at on the way, I'ma [?] bad b*tches 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 And I'm gonna [Chorus: Shordie Shordie] Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? Why don't we just fu*k and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fu*king it up I was on your mind, say you got time Don't 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 fu*k and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fu*king it up I was on your mind, say you got time Don't come let me take it up [Verse 2: Trippie Redd] 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 I spilled some paint on a mink, b*tch, 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 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 [Chorus: Shordie Shordie] Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? Why don't we just fu*k and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fu*king it up I was on your mind, say you got time Don't 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 fu*k and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fu*king it up I was on your mind, say you got time Don't come let me take it up [Outro: Shordie Shordie] Oh, ayy, yeah 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 fu*k and make up? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fu*king it up I was on your mind