| Club lights, we fight every night
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| Baby, I don’t wanna do that
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| Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
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| She like «how the fuck you do that?»
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| I can’t be there all the time
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| But you know I gotta prove that
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| I can’t leave here anytime soon
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| I got something to do, yeah
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| Walk away as the door slams
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| You got blood on your poor hands
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| I just wanted to help, now I’m going to hell
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| Walk away as the door slams
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| I know you wanna Facetime, baby I have Samsung
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| When I met your mom, she told me I was handsome
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| You told me I’m sexy, do you still think that?
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| You told me that you loved me, do you still think that?
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| 3AM, climbing through your window
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| Ounce of the kush, blowing smoke out your window
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| You’re a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines
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| Step inside the club, cameras flashing in my eyes
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| 3AM, climbing through your window
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| Ounce of the kush, blowing smoke out your window
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| You’re a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines
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| Step inside the club, cameras flashing in my eyes
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| Club lights, we fight every night
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| Baby, I don’t wanna do that
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| Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite
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| She like «how the fuck you do that?»
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| I can’t be there all the time
|
| But you know I gotta prove that
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| I can’t leave here anytime soon
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| I got something to do, yeah
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| Walk away as the door slams
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| You got blood on your poor hands
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| I just wanted to help, now I’m going to hell
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| Walk away as the door slams |