| I swear that girl ain’t got no soul
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| She’s used to being all alone
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| She’s never picking up her phone
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| There ain’t no point in tryna call
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| No wonder how she get so cold
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| ‘Cause she been married to the pole
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| She’s never picking up her phone
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| There ain’t no point in tryna call
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| Girl you know I can’t be mad at you
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| I hit the strip and blow a bag on you
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| They hating on you ‘cause they can’t relate
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| And you don’t pay no mind to what they say
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| You get the ones and then you bag it up
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| Your mama kicked you out, she had enough
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| Ain’t got nowhere to go, come stay with me
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| Girl spend the night, yeah come and lay with me
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| But when I wake up she is gone
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| She’s used to being all alone
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| She’s never picking up her phone
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| There ain’t no point in tryna call
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| They wonder how she get so cold
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| ‘Cause she done seen it all before
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| She’s never picking up her phone
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| There ain’t no point in tryna call |