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Part 1: Fell In Luv [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I fell in love, fell in love But that's okay 'cause we in love Oh my God, I fell in love I fell in love with the love Show me love, I give you love Fell in love, I fell in love I want in for the love Just show me love, just show me love I fell in love, I fell in love And that's okay 'cause I'm in love [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] We in that bed, give me head I want that just to stay Close your eye, don't shed no tear Keep it dark, close the shade I'm off the pills, you on that lean You fuck me slowly, uh, girl, do your thing Let's take some pictures, let's take some scenes, huh Playboy, huh, magazine, huh She got her panties off with no T, huh She got her titties out, she wanna tease, huh She tatted up now, I see you see, huh I know you see, I know you see I see You know I want that bitch, I wanna eat, I eat I wanna lick it up, I wanna fuckin' eat I wanna freeze you up, I want them diamonds blingin' I want it all on you, I want you all on me, ooh [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I fell in love, fell in love But that's okay 'cause we in love Oh my God, I fell in love I fell in love with the love Show me love, I give you love Fell in love, I fell in love I want in for the love Just show me love, just show me love [Verse 2: Bryson Tiller] Lil' ma fly, she got a flock now Got a squad now, got a drop now She club hop, ayy, jewelry shoppin' Girl, you shinin', girl, you fine, and yeah, you Fine as wine, you ten like diamonds (Dime piece) I treat you like my last dime Go broke, uh, no joke, uh I cut these hoes off, I kill the roll call I put the doors up, she like to show off Them bitches sleepy, them bitches dozed off I put a ring on it, name got a ring to it On my knees for you, watch me do it how he ain't do it I cannot speak for you, but I know that he ain't fluent I speak your language, he don't tell you things, do he? Like girl, you dangerous, girl, I ain't seen beauty Not 'til I seen you, gon' treat you like queen do Yeah, yeah, yeah Let me sing to you, let this be the theme music, girl, I fell in love [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I fell in love, fell in love But that's okay 'cause we in love Oh my God, I fell in love I fell in love with the love Show me love, I give you love Fell in love, I fell in love I want in for the love Just show me love, just show me love I fell in love, I fell in love And that's okay 'cause I'm in love

Part 2: Tanya [Verse: Playboi Carti] I'm off the lean, I'm off the pills I'm off the X, I'm on a drill I wanna see you right now, where you at? I wanna beat it right now from the back I wanna beat it right now off the Act', yeah I wanna beat it right now, make it splash, uh I woke up and, yeah, had to find ya Bad bitch and her name Tanya Fuck around, yeah, I fuck her all the time, yeah Fuck around, yeah, we fucking all the time, yeah Ooh, I dressed it down, yeah, she fly, all the time, yeah Ooh, fly her out, yeah, I fuck her outta town, yeah Ooh, young nigga, happy, yeah, that he found ya Ooh, young nigga, happy, yeah, that he found ya Diamonds blingin' on you girl, yeah, I got ya, ooh Diamonds blingin' on you girl, you know I'll watch ya [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I fell in love, I fell in love But that's okay, 'cause we in love Oh my God, I fell in love I fell in love, with the love Show me love, I give you love Fell in love, I fell in love I want in, for the love Just show me love, just show me love I fell in love, I fell in love And that's okay, 'cause I'm in love

Part 3: Different Lifestyle [Intro: Playboi Carti] Yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah (Slatt, slatt, slatt) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] A different lifestyle now (Slatt) Watch how the money make the girls fall in love Make the girls wild out A different lifestyle now (Yeah) Watch how the money make the girls fall in love Make the girls wild out (Yeah) [Verse: Playboi Carti] White boy, white boy (Hold up) White boy Abercrombie, I call that crack, hold up I'm in the trap right now, so call me back, mm I'm with my slatt right now, we count them racks, hold up I spent like 20 thou', that's just on gats And ain't no coming back, if you won't last All my niggas blatt (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt) I was a jit smoking gas, I was on my ass I'ma make out this list, I was on they ass (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] A different lifestyle now (Slatt) Watch how the money make the girls fall in love Make the girls wild out A different lifestyle now (Yeah) Watch how the money make the girls fall in love Make the girls wild out

Part 4: Privacy [Intro: Playboi Carti] Uh, ooh, yeah, uh I'm a real rockstar (Yeah, ooh) I'm a real rockstar (Ayy, what?) I'm a real rockstar [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Got the plan, I got bands, uh, ayy Drummin' like a band (Band) Rock the show off a Xan', ooh Bitch, I got them bands, yeah I got hoes Everytime I land she like fuck her man, man, let's go 30 in my pants, walk inside of LV with my ho All these hoes, they wanna fuck me 'cause I'm wealthy on these hoes These niggas better give me room because I'm steppin' on your toes Bitches waitin' in my crib, they tryna fuck and give me throat I know these niggas love my swag, I know these niggas love my flow, ooh Fuckin' on your bitch on the motherfuckin' floor, ooh Told your bitch stop then let go [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I'm not really with that Snapchat shit, with that Facebook shit When I'm fucking with you we ain't doing that shit Threw her ass on the jet, call that shit privacy Fuck that bitch, privacy We gon' keep this private, uh, yeah We gon' keep this private (Fuck, huh? Huh?) We gon' keep it private [Verse 2: Playboi Carti] Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy Crybaby, bitch, ayy, yeah I can't fuck with you but you shady, bitch, ayy, ayy, ayy Know some niggas that are shady, bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh RIP to my nigga, bitch, ayy, yeah Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah Feel it in your jaw, ooh Molly, pills All these hoes wanna go on the fuckin' trip, ayy All these hoes wanna go feel it for the thrill, ayy All these hoes know that Yung Carti kill, ayy Hop on the track and that lean and I sip, ayy, uh, ayy Syrup, uh Got me fuckin' purple, ayy, ayy, ayy Bought my bitch some Percs [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I'm not really with that Snapchat shit, with that Facebook shit When I'm fuckin' with you we ain't doin' that shit Threw her ass on the jet, call that shit privacy Fuck that bitch, privacy We gon' keep this private, uh, yeah We gon' keep this private (Fuck, huh? Huh?) We gon' keep it private

Part 4: Privacy [Intro: Playboi Carti] Uh, ooh, yeah, uh I'm a real rockstar (Yeah, ooh) I'm a real rockstar (Ayy, what?) I'm a real rockstar [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Got the plan, I got bands, uh, ayy Drummin' like a band (Band) Rock the show off a Xan', ooh Bitch, I got them bands, yeah I got hoes Everytime I land she like fuck her man, man, let's go 30 in my pants, walk inside of LV with my ho All these hoes, they wanna fuck me 'cause I'm wealthy on these hoes These niggas better give me room because I'm steppin' on your toes Bitches waitin' in my crib, they tryna fuck and give me throat I know these niggas love my swag, I know these niggas love my flow, ooh Fuckin' on your bitch on the motherfuckin' floor, ooh Told your bitch stop then let go [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I'm not really with that Snapchat shit, with that Facebook shit When I'm fucking with you we ain't doing that shit Threw her ass on the jet, call that shit privacy Fuck that bitch, privacy We gon' keep this private, uh, yeah We gon' keep this private (Fuck, huh? Huh?) We gon' keep it private [Verse 2: Playboi Carti] Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy Crybaby, bitch, ayy, yeah I can't fuck with you but you shady, bitch, ayy, ayy, ayy Know some niggas that are shady, bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh RIP to my nigga, bitch, ayy, yeah Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah Feel it in your jaw, ooh Molly, pills All these hoes wanna go on the fuckin' trip, ayy All these hoes wanna go feel it for the thrill, ayy All these hoes know that Yung Carti kill, ayy Hop on the track and that lean and I sip, ayy, uh, ayy Syrup, uh Got me fuckin' purple, ayy, ayy, ayy Bought my bitch some Percs [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I'm not really with that Snapchat shit, with that Facebook shit When I'm fuckin' with you we ain't doin' that shit Threw her ass on the jet, call that shit privacy Fuck that bitch, privacy We gon' keep this private, uh, yeah We gon' keep this private (Fuck, huh? Huh?) We gon' keep it private

It was high quality too

Like shit noooooo 😢

this is the og song. the other 1m+ views one is changed beat

@@mustazotitmostu6290 oh ok!

Fr

On gang

he always throws away peak :(

most likely the a&r didn’t clear it

Fr

Nah this version is as not mixed well, they only turned up the bass on this version

@@maliqparker7078 I know that, I meant where they added both Melly’s first and second verse also the chrous. The one that leak only had the end of Melly’s first verse, Uzi’s verse and an open verse. Like I said you can tell it was a demo that Melly was probably meant to do something before he got locked up.

fr shit never gets old