| It’s love for my brothers, no love for these bitches
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| They say they gon' change, but I ain’t gon' listen
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| She fucked with my friend, she had to admit it
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| My mind has been trippin', they burning these bridges
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| Screaming fuck love, let’s just run up them digits
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| We talk for some years, I ain’t talkin' 'bout minutes
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| Free my big brother, he stuck in the prison
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| You say you victim and playin', you meant it
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| You did some shit and I cannot forget it
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| Love for my brothers, no love for these bitches
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| Now that you got me, my head going spinning
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| All of my friends, they like, «Hayden, you trippin'»
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| Like damn, why you do it like that?
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| How you do me like that?
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| How you do it like that?
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| I can’t even call back
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| You just stabbed me in the back
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| I’ma fall right back
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| You talkin' like all that, but fuck it, it’s all cap
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| Your brother, he a bitch, and my brothers, we all that
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| You actin' like a female, you call me and call back
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| I wanna make it out my city and give back
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| It’s love for my brothers, no love for these bitches
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| They say they gon' change, but I ain’t gon' listen
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| She fucked with my friend, she had to admit it
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| My mind has been trippin', they burning these bridges
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| It’s love for my brothers, no love for these bitches
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| They say they gon' change, but I ain’t gon' listen
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| She fucked with my friend, she had to admit it
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| My mind has been trippin', they burning these bridges
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| Like damn, why you do it like that?
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| How you do me like that?
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| How you do it like that?
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| I can’t even call back
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| You just stabbed me in the back
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| I’ma fall right back (I'ma fall right back)
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| I’ma fall right back (I'ma fall right back), yeah
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| I love all my brothers, I feel like I’m needing you
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| Your body a drug, girl, I fiend for you
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| Think of you daily, you think that I’m shady
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| You acting so crazy, it’s me and you
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| Love, now I need it
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| Girl, you gave me your love, now I’m fiending
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| Got my heart broke but you pick up the pieces
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| Baby, don’t go, girl, I hate when you leavin', yeah (Yeah)
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| But girl, it’s whatever, just do what you wanna
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| We pop at the mall, we got Dolce Gabbana
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| Your face on Beyoncé but body Rihanna
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| I love how you stuntin', you drippin' designer (Oh, oh)
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| Got 'em looking but I’m knowing that they won’t try
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| You got my heart, I tell the truth, feel like I can’t lie
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| Call my phone and we can talk until the sunrise
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| It’s love for my brothers, no love for these bitches
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| They say they gon' change, but I ain’t gon' listen
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| She fucked with my friend, she had to admit it
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| My mind has been trippin', they burning these bridges |