| All the shit you talk behind my back, you know I’m hearin' it
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| I guess your momma’s only kid, grew up to be a bitch
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| Always on that «blah blah blah» ain’t trynna hear that shit. |
| (x2)
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| Hook:
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| So i
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| Moved my ass to Beverly Hills, just to get away
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| Nothing I can’t handle in life, the Lord won’t throw my way
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| Told my momma not to worry, we’re gon be ok
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| Told my momma not to worry, we’re gon be ok
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| All the shit you talk behind my back, you know I’m hearin' it
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| I guess your momma’s only kid, grew up to be a bitch
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| Always on that «blah blah blah» ain’t trynna hear that shit
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| Ain’t nobody sleepin on my couch unless they’re paying rent
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| I ain’t answerin' no calls until they take a hint
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| People come and go like seasons in Los Angeles
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| All the time we wasted making plans and never doin' em
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| I guess we blamed it on the drugs and always sleepin in
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| Excuses are on deck, lord knows we’re good at making em
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| Moved my ass to Beverly Hills, just to get away
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| Nothing I can’t handle in life, the Lord won’t throw my way
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| Told my momma not to worry, we’re gon be ok
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| Told my momma not to worry, we’re gon be ok |