| Ooh, hot off the presses
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| Songs bang-bang, shots of the heroin
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| Your money clang-clang, don’t talk aggressive
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| All them fake stories don’t warrant a mention
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| Put some respect on my name, yeah
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| And are y’all done?
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| And them girls dancing crazy, this shit’s too strong
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| Been a pest in the street like a feral kitty
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| Since them girls were curving me like David Beckham kicking
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| They’re trying to ask me questions, I’m not texting really
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| I’m not even finessing, I work over time to rep my city, true
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| I said it, it was done
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| I told a lot of lies but never in a song
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| I don’t wanna steal nobody’s girl but they’re scheming on me
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| You can really lose yourself trying to be somebody
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| Might rip my organs out just for the money
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| Buy a monster truck, go roll over your mummy
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| Why I always think about my ex when I’m fucking?
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| Why I always thinking 'bout rain when it’s sunny?
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| Might rip my organs out just for the money
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| Buy a monster truck, go roll over your mummy
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| Why I always think about my ex when I’m fucking?
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| Why I always thinking 'bout rain when it’s sunny?
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| Yeah, headstrong, headstrong
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| Yeah, even when I’m dead wrong
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| Jacquemus Vetements, hangups, hangups, Renoir
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| Ask me, do I have regrets though?
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| Probably more than you would guess though
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| Rap game Louis Theroux
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| Act dumb, everybody getting exposed
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| If they were me for an hour, could they keep it up?
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| No, I really doubt it
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| The real ones know it’s not your outfit
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| They fuck with me strictly on my sound shit, ooh
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| Got the spirit in me, you can’t hear it in me
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| Hate me with the spirits in me
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| But I have my difficulties living in reality
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| That’s why I’m starting fights every other night
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| Drunk and high, texting girls I hardly like
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| Saying, «Rah, rah, rah, baby, I love you»
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| Texting girls I do like saying, «Bitch, fuck you»
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| Text them when I want to come again like Apu
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| God bless the pussy, like the pussy said «Ah-choo!»
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| Why they call it karma? |
| 'Cause it karma 'round later
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| Gonna end up dead if I keep running 'round wasted
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| My place is gated but I’ll send you out that chaos
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| Dead career rappers shouldn’t talk, this ain’t a seance, nah
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| Might rip my organs out just for the money
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| Buy a monster truck, go roll over your mummy
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| Why I always think about my ex when I’m fucking?
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| Why I always thinking bout rain when it’s sunny?
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| Might rip my organs out just for the money
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| Buy a monster truck, go roll over your mummy
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| Why I always think about my ex when I’m fucking?
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| Why I always thinking bout rain when it’s sunny? |