| I don’t understand it
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| Know I cause a lot of damage, yeah
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| Fall in love, I never planned it, oh
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| But I really try to manage, yeah
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| Why you drippin' like a bandit?
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| If you want it, I’ma hand it, yeah
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| But you really couldn’t stand it, go
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| Will I find true love? |
| Yeah
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| Well now you dealin' with a thug
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| A nigga always actin' rough
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| Don’t know who do drugs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| A nigga got it out the mud, uh
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| Got
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| without my slugs, you know that’s a must
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| My eyes move
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| , yeah
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| I’ve been runnin' up, I put ten on the truck
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| I pull up, like damn who he was, yeah
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| That bitch thick as fuck, but
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| Get to fuckin', then I tell her what’s up, yeah
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| Spent ten on my bitch just because, yeah
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| Spend ten just to get out the club, yeah
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| I’m doin' it up and I’m doin' too much (Ayy), but I feel like I ain’t got
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| enough, yeah
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| Roundin', yeah
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| (We've been goin' round and round and round)
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| I ain’t fuckin' with these niggas, I ain’t fuckin' with these bitches
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| Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve did it
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| You ain’t really with it
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| Shawty
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| rich nigga
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| She be fuckin' with the type that sellin' out the zip nigga, yeah
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| Baby, not to mention, I’m a sick nigga
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| Got a problem, sip it, but that shit make me a lit nigga, yeah
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| I’ma hit you back when I get with ya, yeah
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| Don’t know how to act to the thick hitter, yeah
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| All these bitches really want a stick nigga, yeah
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| All these bitches really want the dick nigga, yeah, yeah
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| Pull up on a Friday, I’ma hit it sideways
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| Tell me how you wanna go, I’ma do it my way
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| We can do it fast and slow, hit it at a high rate
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| Take it down like dominoes, give that pussy migraines
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| Let me put a leg up when I sped up
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| Shawty kept on getting wetter, but she fed up
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| Baby, we can do whatever, I do it better
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| I just love you, keep your head up, head up
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| Roundin', yeah
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| Roundin', yeah
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| (We've been goin' round and round and round)
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| We’ve been fuckin' for a minute
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| Girl, you know that you the sickest
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| Once she suckin', she be spittin'
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| Yeah, she really with it
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| Will I find true love? |
| Yeah
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| Well now you dealin' with a thug
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| A nigga always actin' rough
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| Don’t know who do drugs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| A nigga got it out the mud, uh
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| Got
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| without my slugs, you know that’s a must
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| My eyes move
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| , yeah
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah |