Capo: 2nd fret [Intro: Shordie Shordie] Em G C D Em G C D (Murda on the beat so it's not nice) [Chorus: Shordie Shordie] Em G C Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? D Why don't we just talk and make up? Em Know what you like, everybody good G No point of messing it up C I was on your mind, say you got time D Come, come let me take it up Em G C Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? D Why don't we just talk and make up? Em Know what you like, everybody good G No point of messing it up C I was on your mind, say you got time D Come, come let me take it up [Verse 1: Shordie Shordie] Em Like you got a thing for a nigga that been tellin’ G Turn it around, let me show what I do C I got a thing for a girl with a thing D Cause it show you that she got her mind on her too Em G Her mama like whatever nigga she like, she'll send her to daddy for him to approve C D I say I'm her daddy, she look at me happy, like baby girl, this nigga know what to do Em Thinking even in the bed G Your daughter always give a nigga head C But now she ain't answering her phone D Texting like leave a nigga lone Em G And I ain't never live around trees, I smoke that tree, still wish a nigga would C D Hear a lil' knock at the door so I let you in, now you saying this good Em G Ayy, I'm used to messing with the bad girl C D Like where you at? on the way, I'ma do a hunnit a day, I like to come with the bad girls Em So I came anyway 'cause I'm on it G Could've took another route, I ain't wanna C 'Cause I take this exit and send this message D Then I'm gone [Chorus: Shordie Shordie] Em G C Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? D Why don't we just talk and make up? Em Know what you like, everybody good G No point of messing it up C I was on your mind, say you got time D Come, come let me take it up Em G C Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? D Why don't we just talk and make up? Em Know what you like, everybody good G No point of messing it up C I was on your mind, say you got time D Come, come let me take it up [Verse 2: Trippie Redd] Em G Shawty, we in love C D I feel too much pain when you're not around me Em G Pour the champagne when I'm in the club C D Em G I can't, can't run away, can't run away from you (bae) C D I spilled some paint on a mink, girl, I'm elite, iced-out Patek Phillipe Em G I graduated in the streets, critic in the sheets C Better have your nails and feet done D You could bring your friend, have a threesome, yeah Em G I tried to tell you don't fall in love C D All the things that I did and you still won't give up Em G Is it L-O-V-E? C I'm in the room but I still make it bleed D Baby, beg to me [Chorus: Shordie Shordie] Em G C Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? D Why don't we just talk and make up? Em Know what you like, everybody good G No point of messing it up C I was on your mind, say you got time D Come, come let me take it up Em G C Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? D Why don't we just talk and make up? Em Know what you like, everybody good G No point of messing it up C I was on your mind, say you got time D Come, come let me take it up [Interlude] Em G C D Em G C D [Tag: Shordie Shordie] Em G C Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E? D Why don't we just talk and make love? Em Know what you like, everybody good G No point in messing it up C D I was on your mind [Outro] Em G C D Em G C D Em G C D Em G C D
[Shordie Shordie:] Mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (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 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 up 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 up 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 up 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 up [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 (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 [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 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 up 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 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 fuck and make love? Know what you like, everybody good No point in fucking it up I was on your mind
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