| I don’t do interviews, Lord
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| Look like I’m giving you enough
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| Stories that you living through, yeah
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| Ain’t really adding up to much
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| Gucci, Versace bragging about the Louis
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| Got the gas, ashing in the cut
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| Asking ‘bout the past
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| Asking 'bout the last
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| Girl I fucked, yeah
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| That’s too much to ask
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| I just went and copped the half
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| OG stinking out the bag
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| OG press him for the pass
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| Passing through from the back
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| I ain’t tryna tell stories
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| I been countin' all morning
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| Spilling feelings, let you air it out
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| I don’t care what you care about
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| I’m just tryna chill, fuck the camera
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| Good girls turn to dancers
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| Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab
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| Asking questions, I don’t answer
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| They gon' hit me for the favor
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| Bad bitches need a savior
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| Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab
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| Leave no liquor for the chaser
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| Spilling liquor on the sinks
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| I been filling up the safe
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| Ain’t no tint up on the Wraith
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| Let these bitches see my face
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| Golden child in the projects
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| Groupies talking all the nonsense
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| Kicking women out the studio
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| Hoes be fucking up the process
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| This ain’t the time and the place
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| Flooded the time and face
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| Telling them lies out the face
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| Fuck hoe, get up out my way
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| I ain’t tryna tell stories
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| I been countin' all morning
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| Spilling feelings, let you air it out
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| I don’t care what you care about
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| I’m just tryna chill, fuck the camera
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| Good girls turn to dancers
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| Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab
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| Asking questions, I don’t answer
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| They gon' hit me for the favor
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| Bad bitches need a savior
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| Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab
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| Leave no liquor for the chaser |