| I guess it’s my fault that you don’t love me, don’t fuck me
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| It’s safe to say the world getting ugly
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| And I could say that my heart cold, my heart cold, yeah
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| But that’s 'cause you put someone else above me
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| I got bad habits but I want for you to know, yeah
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| When I talk less, it’s easy to let it go
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| So don’t talk to me 'bout pain, and don’t talk to me 'bout problems
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| And please don’t call my phone if it’s only about a dollar
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| 'Cause when it rain, it’s gon' rain
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| And you gon' need me way before I need you, I ain’t piss poor, yeah
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| If you talk less just know that you could get more, yeah
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| Summertime, we got it popping like it’s Crisco
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| Was way too deep in was fresh as hell tryna get hoes
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| When old girl say she love me now, I wonder where that bitch go
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| If you ask less, just know that you could get more
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| I know that the devil got a side but it ain’t mine
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| I’ma look you dead inside your eyes, tell the truth, know I ain’t lying
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| I told bro to flip the whip, make sure they can’t slide
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| He done died once, he a cat, now he got eight lives
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| On the other hand, I’m a G, bitch, I got one until it’s done
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| And my homie was too gangster, he ain’t died to no gun
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| My other homie was too gangster, but he died in the slums
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| Life fucked up, it’s like you flip a coin and hope you luck up
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| In the streets, the devil play, now don’t get sucked up
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| My daddy always told me don’t you trust none
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| Got a TEC now I’m invested in my trust funds
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| Bitch, don’t talk to me 'bout how you love me
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| You just love it when you fuck me
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| You don’t know it hurt me 'cause I love it when you touch me
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| And my heart keep getting tossed around like rugby
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| I’m so hurt, I’m 'boutta kill a nigga if he mug me
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| Me and you, we ain’t too different, bitch, just listen
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| Got a good head on my shoulders, but my heart was missing
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| I guess it’s my fault that you don’t love me, don’t fuck me
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| It’s safe to say the world getting ugly
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| And I could say that my heart cold, my heart cold, yeah
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| But that’s 'cause you put someone else above me
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| I got bad habits but I want for you to know, yeah
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| When I talk less, it’s easy to let it go
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| So don’t talk to me 'bout pain, and don’t talk to me 'bout problems
|
| And please don’t call my phone if it’s only about a dollar
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| 'Cause when it rain, it’s gon' rain
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| And you gon' need me way before I need you, I ain’t piss poor, yeah
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| If you talk less just know that you could get more, yeah
|
| Summertime, we got it popping like it’s Crisco
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| Was way too deep in was fresh as hell tryna get hoes
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| When old girl say she love me now, I wonder where that bitch go
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| If you ask less, just know that you could get more |