| Let’s go back
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| Let’s go back
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| Let’s go back
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| Let’s go back
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| The black flower tatted on her back side
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| Is that why she act wild?
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| Drunk and she don’t act right
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| Black light, black light, dancing under black lights
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| My homies be pimping bitches, get they money stacked right
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| Hate is an art, what is my fate?
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| Hope that you learn from the bad decisions I make
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| How do you freak, how do you bop?
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| How can I keep from staring at what’s under yo' top?
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| Oh my God
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| Oh my God
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| Let’s go back to work
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| Oh my God
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| Let’s go back to work
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| Oh my God
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| Let’s go back to work
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| Oh my God
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| Let’s go back to work
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| Sweatpants and spaghetti straps
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| Laughing jokers never sober, roll up in her lap
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| Don’t get stupid face, we just fucking wasted
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| Dodging all them stooges who never made a payment
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| Don’t you act impatient, don’t you go complacent
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| Have you seen my spaceship? |
| Inside it’s really spacious
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| I been rolling rolling, sicko, so consoling
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| Fucking bitches who love bitches, popping pills and falling
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| Confused, reboot, ya girl she loops
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| She twists, she turns, she loop de loops
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| Doctors say I need a fix, can’t resist
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| Take a hit, she’s the shit
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| Oh my God
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| Let’s go back to work
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| Oh my God
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| Let’s go back to work
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| Oh my God
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| Let’s go back to work
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| Oh my God
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| Let’s go back to work
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| Let’s go back
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| Let’s go back
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| Let’s go back
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| Let’s go back |