| My bottle empty, I drunk it all by myself
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| My bitch left so now I’m all by myself
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| My money up, I’m 'bout to count it by myself
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| And if I lose it all now I won’t cry for help
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| My bottle empty, I drunk it all by myself
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| My bitch left so now I’m all by myself
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| My money up, I’m 'bout to count it by myself
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| And if I lose it all now I won’t cry for help
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| I had to mention, stay away from folks with bad intentions
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| Faggot niggas and broke hoes that act expensive
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| I don’t have time 'cause grindin' how I’d rather spend it
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| I manage businesses but suffer from a lack of friendships
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| Fuck niggas, ninety percent of 'em retards
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| Denied me when I presented propositions to eat hard
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| Y’all hate, now y’all hoppin' in cheap cars
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| Mixin' business with feelings, consequences and rewards
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| Y’all hear me, yeah, I said it sincerely
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| Y’all put rings on these bitches that should never be married
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| Watch your close friends, they keep they jealousy buried
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| 'Til that chip on they shoulder get too heavy to carry
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| They try to hide it but it’s still in they soul
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| Only a matter of time 'fore they feelings exposed
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| They don’t say it to you, tell they true feelings to hoes
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| And these ain’t bad bitches, these the ones stealing clothes
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| My bottle empty, I drunk it all by myself
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| My bitch left so now I’m all by myself
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| My money up, I’m 'bout to count it by myself
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| And if I lose it all now I won’t cry for help
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| My bottle empty, I drunk it all by myself
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| My bitch left so now I’m all by myself
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| My money up, I’m 'bout to count it by myself
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| And if I lose it all now I won’t cry for help |