| Yeah, got you a bag, a new Celine, is that okay with you?
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| I rock my jewelry when I sleep 'cause I got trustin' issues
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| And I had fucked you in my dreams right before I met you
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| I saw a cum stain on my sleeve, I left that hoodie with you
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| And I left cum stains on your jeans, yeah
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| Memories of me, ah-ah
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| You say you wanna leave, ah-ah
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| Just don’t take anything
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| And you got hearts in your eyes
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| But I can tell that you’ve been with a lot of other guys
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| Look me in my face and you tell lies, you tell me lies
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| Niggas wanna take my chain but they not tryna die
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| Niggas I be with, they will leave you hospitalized
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| I don’t go nowhere without my glove and my nine
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| I don’t do no Percocets no more, I’m traumatized
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| I know my baby worried, I be clubbin' all the time
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| But you ain’t even gotta worry, girl, 'cause you mine
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| You say I be in my bag, I ain’t even in my prime
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| Rapping with melody, just like na, na-na-na
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| New Fashion Nova jeans got your thighs looking wide
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| You know what you doing, baby, you’re perfectly fine
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| Won’t let nobody tell you that you thirsty, you’re not
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| Even though them bitches used to curve me a lot
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| Even though them bitches used to curve, I spin the block (Yeah)
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| Got you a bag, a new Celine, is that okay with you?
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| I rock my jewelry when I sleep 'cause I got trustin' issues
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| I had fucked you in my dreams right before I met you
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| I saw a cum stain on my sleeve, I left that hoodie with you
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| You got a cum stain on your jeans, ah-ah
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| With a memory of me, ah-ah
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| You say you wanna leave, ah-ah
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| Just don’t take anything
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| I won’t leave you alone, on God, yeah, I promise, yeah
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| I’ma be down to the end, I’m being honest, yeah
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| Used to have Vans on my feet, now its Pradas, yeah
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| Use to shop at Target, now I’m racking up at Barneys, yeah
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| You can’t bring sand to the beach, I brought a Barbie, yeah
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| I can put strings on a beat, I’m a guitarist, yeah
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| Adderall, Xans and the beans, you was on it, yeah
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| My niggas in the feds don’t believe they belong in there
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| Don’t you make a scene, its always something with you
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| I got my ratchet when I sleep 'cause I ain’t fucking with you
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| I couldn’t count all the receipts I got from fucking with you
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| And every time you look at me, I gotta tell you the truth
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| But if you wanna go
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| I know you don’t wanna go
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| I know you think I’m a ho
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| Yeah, you know everything I do
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| But I don’t want to be alone
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| I don’t really think you know
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| I hope, I just hope you know
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| That I don’t want to leave you 'lone (I won’t)
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| Got you a bag, a new Celine, is that okay with you?
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| I rock my jewelry when I sleep 'cause I got trustin' issues
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| And I had fucked you in my dreams right before I met you
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| I saw a cum stain on my sleeve, I left that hoodie with you
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| You got a cum stain on your jeans, ah-ah
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| With a memory of me, ah-ah
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| You say you wanna leave, ah-ah
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| Just don’t take anything |