| I’m staring at the bottom of my cup now
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| I can’t really tell who I love now
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| I’m just tryna score, like a touchdown
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| Feeling like I don’t give a fuck now
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| No, no, I just don’t give a fuck now
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| Feel like turnin' up now
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| Feel like I had one too many
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| Two too many, maybe a few too many
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| Girl, what’s up? |
| You fine as fuck
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| Let’s cut you with it
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| I can tell by the look in your eye
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| Don’t front, you fuckin' with it
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| I’m not parked too far outside
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| Text whoever you’re with, just tell 'em you got a ride
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| Baby, don’t fight the feeling, tonight just go with the vibe
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| Maybe I shouldn’t drive, let’s get Uber and slide
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| Bout to close up my tab, give my homies dap
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| She do the same thing
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| I’m like: «Damn, who is that?»
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| Your partner’s kind of bad
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| Tell me what’s your girl name
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| Now don’t overreact, you can’t get mad
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| 'Cause you not my main thing
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| So I’ma get y’all to the pad, Y’all gon' throw it back
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| Pop it just like champagne
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| I’m staring at the bottom of my cup now
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| I can’t really tell who I love now
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| I’m just tryna score like a touchdown
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| Feeling like I don’t give a fuck now
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| No, no, I just don’t give a fuck now
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| Feel like turnin' up now
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| Damn, I’m lit
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| Bitch, I’m the shit
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| I’m with my niggas
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| Now, where them bitches?
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| Damn, look at her
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| She lookin' fine
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| Let me see what’s up?
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| Woah, never mind, hey
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| Damn, I’m lit
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| Bitch, I’m the shit
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| I’m with my niggas
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| Now, where them bitches?
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| Damn, look at her
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| She lookin' fine
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| Let me see what’s up?
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| Woah, never mind, hey
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| What’s up baby, what’s your name?
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| Drink this liquor, numb the pain
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| Make you come and come again
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| Keep that money runnin' in
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| Cuban link, my necklace
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| Cuban link, my neck and wrist
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| I respect my women, baby
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| But I can’t respect a bitch
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| When you living in the Bay
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| Really do the shit you say
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| If you acting different
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| We reactin' in a different way
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| I just keep it pimpin', mane
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| Cali Boy, ain’t trippin' mane
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| All I know is HBK
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| And I can’t rep a different game
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| Different bullshit, different day
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| Road trips and Chick-Fil-A
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| I just need a home cooked meal
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| A pillow where my head can lay
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| Vegas at the Mandalay
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| Oops, I mean the Mandarin
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| She just got a text from me
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| Cancelled all her plans with him
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| Really I’m the feature film
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| Really you just standing in
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| Call me I ain’t answerin'
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| I smoke, pull up my pants and dip
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| Hold up, wait before I forget
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| Can’t forget, I’m way too lit
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| I been on my Henny trip
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| I think I need a sponsorship
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| I’m staring at the bottom of my cup now
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| I can’t really tell who I love now
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| I’m just tryna score like a touchdown
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| Feeling like I don’t give a fuck now
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| No, no, I just don’t give a fuck now
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| Feel like turnin' up now
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| Damn, I’m lit
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| Bitch, I’m the shit
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| I’m with my niggas
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| Now, where them bitches?
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| Damn, look at her
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| She lookin' fine
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| Let me see what’s up?
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| Woah, never mind, hey
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| Damn, I’m lit
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| Bitch, I’m the shit
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| I’m with my niggas
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| Now, where them bitches?
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| Damn, look at her
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| She lookin' fine
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| Let me see what’s up?
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| Woah, never mind, hey
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| Damn, I’m lit
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| Look at her, woooah |