| I thought that I loved you but I was wrong
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| You wanted me to be weak
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| But when shit got bad, I was strong
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| And now I flex up all day long
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| I catch feelings way too quick
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| But I lose them so much quicker
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| My old girl’s arse was thick
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| But my new girl’s arse is thicker
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| But I was, but I was wrong
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| You wanted me to be weak
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| But when shit got bad, I was strong
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| And now I flex up all day long
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| I catch feelings way too quick
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| But I lose them so much quicker
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| My old girl’s arse was thick
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| But my new girl’s arse is thicker
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| I was in love with your mind
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| I was in love with your aura
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| Now I’ve got money on my mind
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| And I just put money on my aura
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| You care too much about hoes
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| But you’re always out there for attention
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| Getting told off by the bros
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| 'Cause every convo, you get a mention
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| Now I fuck girls on the tourbus
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| She ride the dick like suspension
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| We teaching flows, you can call us
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| I used to get the detention
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| Late night FaceTime sessions
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| Giving her a heartbreak lesson
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| If I don’t get inside then I’m lusting
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| I can’t lie, man, I had an obsession
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| She wants to argue
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| I wanna FIFA
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| Boss to the birds like Pardew
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| Baby, just light up your reefer
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| Netflix and Hennessy
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| That be the remedy
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| I’m not your enemy
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| Take off your panties and give me your energy
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| I thought that I loved you but I was wrong
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| You wanted me to be weak
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| But when shit got bad, I was strong
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| And now I flex up all day long
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| I catch feelings way too quick
|
| But I lose them so much quicker
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| My old girl’s arse was thick
|
| But my new girl’s arse is thicker
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| But I was, but I was wrong
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| You wanted me to be weak
|
| But when shit got bad, I was strong
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| And now I flex up all day long
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| I catch feelings way too quick
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| But I lose them so much quicker
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| My old girl’s arse was thick
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| But my new girl’s arse is thicker
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| So much stress that you got a man smoking
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| Now we just beef, no joking
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| Come say it with your chest, bad gyal
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| But you know it’s gonna end in a poking
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| Her touch had lean and coke in
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| If she weren’t there then I really weren’t coping
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| But I weren’t gonna sit around moping
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| Came back and I won like I was doping
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| Come to the end of the story
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| All of these girls, they adore me
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| But most of these peng tings bore me
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| If she ain’t got a body like… (who?)
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| Every bit of beef gets gory
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| No, we can’t chat like Maury
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| Meat cleaver by the bedside
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| When I’m in the house like Cory
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| I smell hate up in the air
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| I got oil in my hair
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| I like candles in my bedroom
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| Take a flight, I got the legroom
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| Quarter on me, bird call
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| Off-White, shoutout Virgil
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| I wore denim when it weren’t cool
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| Had the draws up in my Persil
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| I thought that I loved you but I was wrong
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| You wanted me to be weak
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| But when shit got bad, I was strong
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| And now I flex up all day long
|
| I catch feelings way too quick
|
| But I lose them so much quicker
|
| My old girl’s arse was thick
|
| But my new girl’s arse is thicker
|
| But I was, but I was wrong
|
| You wanted me to be weak
|
| But when shit got bad, I was strong
|
| And now I flex up all day long
|
| I catch feelings way too quick
|
| But I lose them so much quicker
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| My old girl’s arse was thick
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| But my new girl’s arse is thicker |