| Fuck love, that shit don’t belong here
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| Wish I knew the devil was so pretty with the long hair
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| Yeah, fuckin' with three niggas at a time, damn
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| I’m just hopin' that the kid ain’t mine, yeah, mmh
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| Tippy toes
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| Tall bitch, she make me get up on my tippy toes
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| When I hit it up
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| She like she don’t fuck with Henny, though
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| But I put the '42 up in her anyway and she get litty-ed up, yeah
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| All the petty hoes
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| Sneak up in the section next to me so they can be in videos, yeah
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| You already know
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| My Westside niggas flex with me, they TTG, they trained to go (Gang)
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| Throw it up like LeBron now
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| Forty to your spine, make you calm down (Calm down)
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| Feel like young black Bruce Wayne, black whips out
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| My niggas is used to robbin', they still rob now
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| And you can smell the gas through the plastic (Plastic)
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| Damn, I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch, yeah
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| Somethin' 'bout that ass, I swear she wasn’t average, yeah
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| Make it hard for me to tell you was a savage
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| Actin' so shy
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| Dressed in chess, like these Gucci shoes with the socks
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| Get paranoid, I look over my shoulder a lot
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| Traumatized, fuckin' ratchet hoes on the block
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| I’m traumatized, that’s why I hate my past
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| Now I dress up, they wanna take my swag, yeah
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| Whole different bracket, Cartier my glasses
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| Tryna ride my wave, I’ll make you lose your balance
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| Say that you a gangster but don’t move in silence
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| Yeah, I don’t fuck around with Instagrammers
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| I can’t be lacking, keep at least one hammer, yeah
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| Won’t get jammed up by no bitch, I swear, I did
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| I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch
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| That’s until I found out she was a savage (Savage)
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| I ain’t have shit, but that was back then (That was back then)
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| Now I’m established, I got mad drip, yeah
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| Fuck love, that shit don’t belong here (Belong here)
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| Wish I knew the devil was so pretty with the long hair (Long hair)
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| Yeah, fuckin' with three niggas at a time, damn (Uh)
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| I’m just hopin' that the kid ain’t mine, yeah (Ain't mine)
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| I’m just hopin' that it ain’t mine, yeah
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| Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah
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| Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah
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| I’m just hopin' that it ain’t mine, yeah
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| I’ve been doing things, I’m so wrong, yeah
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| Three bitches at the same time, yeah
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| I’m feelin' basic, run, yeah |