| Fuck conversation
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| I’m throwin’em a letter
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| Leavin’the crib wit a dear John letter
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| I’m takin’all i need
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| Nigga fuck all your cheddah
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| Fuck all your jewlery
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| And fuck all your cars
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| Your ballin'
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| While i’m wishin’on stars
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| Won’t have me wildin’while your puffin’on dro’s
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| Had me in the crib all panties and bra’s
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| While you in the Benzo messin’wit broads
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| Had your face in another bitch twat
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| Go head playa boy, thats how you get shot
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| And i ain’t even like that silly nigga
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| But i’m hurt and i’m filled up wit liqour
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| Ponderin’on if you really feel her
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| Only a man can make a girl a killa
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| And wit a nine like this my nigga
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| Don’t sleep, I’m creepin’on your behind my nigga
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| I’ma bout to bizounce
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| I can’t take this shit no more
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| Picture frame broken daddy
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| Cause i can’t trust you
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| I’m ridin’high now
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| So nigga fuck you
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| I’ma bout to bizounce
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| I can’t take this shit no more
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| Picture frame broken daddy
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| Cause i can’t trust you
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| I’m ridin’high now
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| So nigga fuck you
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| Drivin’in your Benzo
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| Shinned up Lorenzo
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| Ashtray filled wit indo
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| Tossed it out the window
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| Leave as fast as an ash blow
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| Leave a nigga fuck a cash flow
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| I got my own account, and it holds a nice amount
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| I’ma come back for my clothes, and come back for my rolls
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| You can keep them other hoes, nigga thats how the game goes
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| And if you didn’t know, better ask somebody baby
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| Shoulda treat me like your lady, nigga i gotta bizounce
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| I’ma bout to bizounce
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| I can’t take this shit no more
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| Picture frame broken daddy
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| Cause i can’t trust you
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| I’m ridin’high now
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| So nigga fuck you
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| I’ma bout to bizounce
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| I can’t take this shit no more
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| Picture frame broken daddy
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| Cause i can’t trust you
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| I’m ridin’high now
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| So nigga fuck you
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| Fuck the conversation
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| I’m throwin’you a letter
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| Keep them platinum credit cards
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| Keep all of your cheddah
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| That shit don’t mean nuttin’to me Cause i’m tired of you stressin’me
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| Scent of perfume in your clothes
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| Messin’wit them silly hoes
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| Got me feelin’miserable
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| Peddlin’up wit hen and coke
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| Sleepin’wit the enemy, boy you don’t wanna fuck wit me
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| I’ma bout to bizounce
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| I can’t take this shit no more
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| Picture frame broken daddy
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| Cause i can’t trust you
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| I’m ridin’high now
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| So nigga fuck you
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| I’ma bout to bizounce
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| I can’t take this shit no more
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| Picture frame broken daddy
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| Cause i can’t trust you
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| I’m ridin’high now
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| So nigga fuck you
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| (BRIDGE)
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| I ain’t never comin’back no more
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| I know you heard that shit before
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| I don’t ever wanna see your face
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| Faded pictures on my make-up case
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| Shoulda known what you missed at home
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| Now you roll alone wit no one to bone
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| You ain’t never gonna eat potoe
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| Not from this, no no |