| Fuck the day that I met you
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| Fuck the day that I met you
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| I’m smoking all of this weed baby, just to forget you
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| Fuck the day that I met you
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| Fuck the day that I met you
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| I’m drinking all of this drank baby, just to forget you
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| (forget you, forget you)
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| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb
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| Hunnid niggas standin' outside, screamin' «Redrum!»
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| Try to make a hunnid million dollars ‘fore the Feds come
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| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb
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| Redrum, redrum
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| Man they say the money talkin', you ain’t said none
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| I’ma stack a hunnid million for the feds come
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| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb
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| Right wing, left wing, house got a right wing, left wing
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| Is my ex 'ting, texting, my next 'ting?
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| With your bitch face resting, I just think
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| Maybe you was never nothing but a slide through
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| I know you never loved me, even though you tried to
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| 'Member way back when I missed the days back then
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| I went to school high, never went to high school
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| Drug diet, drug diet, we had chemistry baby, I love science
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| The love dying, the love dying, sippin' purple rain 'tilI hear the doves cry
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| Fuck the day that I met you
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| Fuck the day that I met you
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| I’m smoking all of this weed baby, just to forget you
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| Fuck the day that I met you
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| Fuck the day that I met you
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| I’m drinking all of this drank baby, just to forget you
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| (forget you, forget you)
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| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb
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| Hunnid niggas standin' outside, screamin' «Redrum!»
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| Try to make a hunnid million dollars ‘fore the Feds come
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| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb
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| I remember when my doors closed, and the crib got foreclosed
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| Now I’m like fuck a wardrobe, this whole winter I just wore robes
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| Diamonds looking like it’s morse code, hit you in your torso see your whole soul
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| Mixin' lean up in the orange soda, bitch I think I might just need a organ donor
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| Yeah I remember trappin' on the motorola
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| On the dolo, on the dolo
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| Feds' trynna flick a photo
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| On the low the fish tailin' in a new four door
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| In the new four door, fish tailin' in a new four door
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| With a couple hoes, two bad one ugly like total
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| God damn I got it!
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| Fuck the day that I met you
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| Fuck the day that I met you
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| I’m smoking all of this weed baby, just to forget you
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| Fuck the day that I met you
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| Fuck the day that I met you
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| I’m drinking all of this drank baby, just to forget you
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| (forget you, forget you)
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| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb
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| Hunnid niggas standin' outside, screamin' «Redrum!»
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| Try to make a hunnid million dollars ‘fore the Feds come
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| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb |