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[Verse]:
We got a love, time wont age.
Like those dried out long stem roses from some long gone wedding day.
Through light and darkness, rain and snow.
There ain’t nothing we ain’t seen by now that we can’t handle.

[Chorus]:
You make it easy, to stay in love.
I bet the whole wide world just wishes they were us.
And though sometimes it ain’t perfect, baby I know it’s all worth it.
‘Cause you make it easy, to stay in love.

[Verse]:
We’ll stick together, bear that cross.
Holding on for worse or better, in the chaos.
Fearless warriors, burning hearts.
We ain’t afraid to show our battle scars, we earned ‘em hard.

[Chorus]:
But you make it easy, to stay in love.
I bet the whole wide world just wishes they were us.
And though sometimes it ain’t perfect, baby I know it’s all worth it.
‘Cause you make it easy, to stay in love.

[Bridge]:
Like a searchlight, when I can’t find my way.
Like a sunrise on a blue sky day.

[Chorus]:
You make it easy, to stay in love.
And though sometimes it ain’t perfect, baby I know it’s all worth it.
You make it easy.
You make it easy.
To stay in love.

[Sooyoung]
Geudaeneun neomu chakan saram
Neul apado miso jinneun saram

Yeope isseojweoseo gomapdaneun mal haesseonnayo
Geudaeraseo neomu haengbokaesseoyo

Barame heunnallineun kkonnipcheoreom
Haneul mit jeomureoganeun noeulcheoreom
Sarajeodo seulpeomarayo

Uriye I sarangeun
Haengbok haesseunikkayo

Nal wihae ijen useobwayo
Naye sarang geudaeyeo nal bwayo

Uriye shigani aju jogeumeun tto dallaseo
Geudaewa jamshi ibyeorin geot ppunijo

Barame heunnallineun kkonnipcheoreom
Haneul mit jeomureoganeun noeulcheoreom
Sarajeodo seulpeomarayo

Uriye I sarangeun
Haengbok haesseunikkayo

Oraen shiganeul oraen maeumeul itorok
Jugiman haetteon han saram

Geudaega naege boyeojun sarang
Naegen gomapgo ttaseuhaetteon sarang

Yeongweontorok gieokalkkeyo
Jebal ulji marayo
Nal wihae haengbokaejeoyo

Geudaereul saranghaeyo

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Gas in my blunt
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Lean in my cup, what the fuck?
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, fetti on fetti
Money bags, yeah, uh
Money bags, nigga, uh
Fetti on fetti on fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti (yah, yah)

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I just left Houston, I just left Earth
Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon’ fuck
I’m still pouring up
I can see in his face, designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho give me face, that ho give me faith
Damn, that ho give me favs
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti

[Post-Hook: Da$H]
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, that drank on me heavy
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, them pills kicking heavy
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, that 40 too heavy
I can’t go in I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, just count up my fetti

[Verse 1: Da$H]
So
Yeah, So
Mr. Never Lacking, bust a package
Bills can get paid off of rappin’, still I keep to trappin’
Used to hunnid sack it, now I fuck an actress
Shit, I’m just thinkin’ how it happened
Had to get explicit, had to make ’em listen
Moving out them pounds, niggas started snitchin’
Loading up them rounds, niggas started missin’
Move it out of town, and Tommy Cruise the mission
Converse with my addictions, don’t talk I just listen
Five drugs that I’m mixin’, money only thing on my vision
Infatuated with them semi’s and ‘matics
All of my niggas is thugs with some habits
Like grandma TV, we been with the static
I fuck on this bitch and she say she from Athens
Opiated so I’m demonstratin’ my emotion less
Got some real niggas quotin’ this, got yo’ main bitch hoein shit
Lost a few things as of recent, life is anything but decent
Blow the re-up on my teeth
It’s the only time you catch me cheesin’
It’s Dolla

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I just left Houston, I just left Earth
Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon’ fuck
I’m still pouring up
I can see in his face, designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho give me face, that ho give me faith
Damn, that ho give me faithce
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
Shipping a pack and it’s vacuum sealed
30 on 40, keep that concealed
Just bought a pint, I’m a crack the seal
Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL
Three in the morning, we trapping still
Matte black on rover, the Batmobile
Don’t trust that nigga cause he gon squeal
Not buying shit if the pack not sealed
I’m faded, I’m faded, off xannies I’m wasted
My bitches they nasty, they suck it and taste it
I’m short on my patience, I’m serving my patient
I’m very impatient, little bitch come get naked
Pack coming in but I don’t need to weigh it
Choppa en route, I shoot once and you spraying
Can’t come in my trap, the front door is gated
My prices inflated, my plug name is David
Dripping through the city got a little bitch in Babee’Os
Fucked me on the spot cause she heard me on the radio
3 bitches, one of me, that’s a perfect ratio
Don’t wanna fuck the ho, I just want fellatio
Let her play with the nut, put it in her booty hole
Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo
Stuffed cup, backwoods, riding ’round, merry-go
Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to po’
Hit a stain, hogging lanes, gripping grain, getting throwed
Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe
No holds barred when you see me, Imma let it go
No mo’ ‘gars so we rolling up the fronto
No mo ‘gars cause we rollin out the fronto
I’m in H-town, nigga, and I can never go

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I just left Houston, I just left Earth
Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon’ fuck
I’m still pouring up
I can see in his face, designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho give me face, that ho give me faith
Damn, that ho give me faithce
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti

[Chorus]
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me

[Verse 1]
Tell that lil bitch I got bags, talkin’ to mans
Tell that lil bitch I got bags, you talkin’ to me
Hittin’ that boy with that fire, nigga didn’t know it was me
Nigga be dead meat, nigga be dead meat
Hitting that bitch from the side
I’ma have a menage I’ma have a good time
I’ma fuck her [?]
She wanna play with that fye
Shawty gon play with that fire
These niggas ain’t ready for slime, they ain’t ready for slime

[Chorus]
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Hit that boy with the fye
Wish a motherfucker try, know slime gon fire
I been firing all the shots since I was a lil nigga
Lil nigga had a pistol, pistol never was a issue (never)
Been gettin’ money since a youngin’ (youngin’)
Been havin’ hoes comin’, lotta niggas out here frontin’
Know them pussy niggas bluffin’ (facts)
These niggas wasn’t shootin’
Slime ball bout that action and you know what’s happenin’
Yeah bitch (Yeah bitch)

[Chorus]
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

[Verse 1]
Cop the Prada bitch
Get one for the silt
Got that Prada bag
Got one for my bitch
Lil boy hit like blitz
Lil boy did my bitch
Got me mad ass shit, so I slapped that bitch
I need hop in a coupe
I need
I need
All of my diamonds they flawless
All of my diamonds legit
All of these diamonds they [?]
Slatt, slatt
Hold up, Slatt, look like a boss
I get the dope, kilo
Yeah, come fuck with the boss
Smokin’ that gas, diesel
Yeah, smell like a boss
She throwin’ the bag like a freezer

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

[Verse 2]
On my dog, fight my dog (yeah), shootin’ my dog
I want your thot, I want your bride, yeah
She all on my log
Countin the nights, all in my ghosts, yeah
Head to the loft
I got his shawty all on my dick, ain’t hittin’ it raw
I just let [?]
I got a bitch, Rihanna bad
That bitch gotta body
Fuck that mumblin’ shit
Fuck that mumblin’ shit
Bought a crib for my mama off that mumblin’ shit
Made a mil off that, uh
Off that mumblin’ shit
Made a mil off that, uh
Off that mumblin’ shit
Bought a crib for my mama
Off that mumblin’ shit
Fuck that hoe, [?] big ass booty bih

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch