| She was scrolling through the contacts
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| 3 AM, we was thinking we resolved that
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| Baby dipped and I never got a call back
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| We was in it to win it, to win each other’s heart back
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| Coretta, she a queen to a king
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| Got it down to a T with a D
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| Baby touch down with a bottle of the Henny
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| Pushing lines, better take it with the ease
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| I was always right about the wrong
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| Reminiscing while I hit the bong
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| You was never fucking with the moms
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| Now I’m ‘bout to put her in a song
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| I’ma sip a fifth for the pain
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| Swerve lanes like I whipped in the rain
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| Drop game, nigga stay with the flames
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| I really think you got what it takes
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| You that nug, you that nug
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| You that bug in my blunt
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| We stay high, we stay high
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| We just weather the storm
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| And she say (hi)
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| And we stay (high)
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| Ain’t with that foul shit but you’re flagrant
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| You got that smile to match your fragrance
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| Ain’t what you need but yeah you want it
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| I swear it’s on until the morning, yeah
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| Taking off from the free throw
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| I just landed in Heathrow
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| High, first class a seat throw
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| Before I even bought mom a dream home
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| Damn, that’s fucked up
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| I’m sorry mama, I’m just tryna get my buzz up
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| But I need somebody to help me
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| And grind like this to be wealthy
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| I need a teammate slash dream date
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| Cool whip is where cream stay
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| That bling stay on the bottom grip
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| She said I want you, she thought I will
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| Got it popping while I was popping pills
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| My mama shopping in Beverly Hills
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| You that nug, you that nug
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| You that nug in my blunt
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| We stay high, we stay high
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| We just weather the storm
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| And she say (hi)
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| And we stay (high)
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| Ain’t with that foul shit but you’re flagrant
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| You got that smile to match your fragrance
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| Ain’t what you need but yeah you want it
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| I swear it’s on until the morning, yeah |