| I cannot miss on one track
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| Can I have my? |
| I’m just askin' for my next pack
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| They been on my dick for so long, I cannot even prolong no more baby
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| You was usin' me this whole time
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| I want chains that made them go blind
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| Stay away, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay
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| I spent so much time and all this hard work
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| And they started tracin' it up
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| The money I started makin' started makin' itself
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| I shoulda did more private investments
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| Instead of listenin' to the people that said I wasn’t savin' enough
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| Savin' this for a rainy day, put my hoodie on
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| If I go broke, stay away
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| But I needed you this whole time
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| I mean, I needed you this whole time
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| Huh, you fronted on what I wanted
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| I guess I wasn’t famous enough
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| You was half-ass with it
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| Wouldn’t even get fully naked to fuck, hm
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| Your problems was my problems
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| Just tell me what you want, I might just be the only one you tell
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| 'Cause I’m the only one you know that’s makin' enough
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| And sorry if I’m makin' assumptions
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| I coulda been around bringin' thousands of hoes
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| Instead of makin' love to one bitch
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| But I, I needed you this whole time
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| I needed you this whole time
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| But I’m always makin' you cry
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| Yeah, I always end up makin' you cry
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| This happens every time
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| We still haven’t spoken since last night
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| We still haven’t spoken since last night
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| I tried lovin' you and myself at the same time
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| You told me you loved me and I lied
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| And said it back so your heart wouldn’t break twice
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| Look, okay, I’m rollin' up in it, I make you say my name, like
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| Cali' rollin', chains swangin' while I’m on the stage
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| Get me started, yes, goin' brazy like I’m Kurt Cobain
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| See my pockets swollen, all the bitches line up, be the same
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| Like, okay, I know this Rollie hittin', and my chain
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| Look just like the ocean, you don’t even gotta say a thing, baby
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| I been knowin', out in Abu Dhabi, gettin' high
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| We ain’t 'posed to do this but you know it’s only right
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| Look at that expression on they face
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| Don’t you know it’s not okay to hate?
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| I keep it on me, girl, don’t be afraid
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| I can make them haters go away, baby
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| I’ma keep that shit right on my waist
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| I dare you, I was not caught up by the chase
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| And I don’t wanna make the same mistakes, oh, no, no
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| Like, lookin' at lil' bro, can you tell if I got it on me?
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| Pull up, no expression on my face like I’m playin' poker
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| And I askin' no thottie if she gon' be sleepin' over
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| And I just hit Elliante up for this Cuban choker
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| He took it right out the freezer and go, «Huh?»
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| Baby, I am anemic which made me even colder
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| Already tried too many times
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| I took you all around the world just to see you happy
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| Still end up makin' you
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| Always end up makin' you cry
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| This happens every time
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| Still haven’t spoken since last night
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| We still haven’t spoken since last night
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| I tried lovin' you and myself at the same time
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| You told me you loved me and I lied
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| And said it back so your heart wouldn’t break twice
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| Okay |