| I miss the old you
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| The one that held me down and kinda told the truth
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| At Warwick every Wednesday
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| Can’t control you
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| Partyin' with rappers
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| Actin' hoeish too
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| You got yourself a singer
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| When it was on
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| We was on fire
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| Even let you and your girls
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| Go whip the ghost round town
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| Draped you head to toe in Gucci Ghost, wow
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| And I never got a single fuckin' «Thank you"from you
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| Or «I love you, daddy»
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| You ungrateful bitch
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| The more the baddie, more the bratty
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| Man, I take you out for dinners
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| Take you shopping for them clothes
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| Before I got so distant
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| And you got so fucking cold
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| I miss the old you
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| I miss the old you
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| I used to hold you
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| I used to hold you
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| And that ain’t cost nothing, baby
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| Real love don’t cost a motherfucking penny
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| I miss the old me
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| I miss the way I used to be
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| I miss the old me
|
| And now these drugs controllin' me
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| It’s all your fault, baby
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| Still reaching for that Henny
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| And I never got a single fuckin' «Thank you"from you
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| Or «I love you, daddy»
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| You ungrateful bitch
|
| The more the baddie, more the bratty
|
| Man, I take you out for dinners
|
| Take you shopping for them clothes
|
| Before I got so rich
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| And couldn’t trust none of these hoes
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| I miss the old you
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| I miss the old you
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| Before you fucked G-Eazy
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| Both the Migos too
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| Started bumping 21
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| And now just 'cause we do
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| All the slow notes late night
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| Beartrap, mansionz
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| I got snoozegod on my right
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| Pour a 4 up in my Sprite
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| When it was on we was on fire
|
| Even let you and your girls
|
| Go whip the ghost round town
|
| Draped you head to toe in Gucci Ghost, wow
|
| And I never got a single fuckin' «Thank you"from you
|
| Or «I love you, daddy»
|
| You ungrateful bitch
|
| The more the baddie, more the bratty
|
| Man, I take you out for dinners
|
| Take you shopping for them clothes
|
| Before I got so distant
|
| And you got so fucking cold
|
| I miss the old you
|
| I miss the old you
|
| I used to hold you
|
| I used to hold you
|
| And that ain’t cost nothing, baby
|
| Real love don’t cost a motherfucking penny
|
| I miss the old me
|
| I miss they way I used to be
|
| I miss the old me
|
| And now these drugs controllin' me
|
| It’s all your fault, baby
|
| Still reaching for that Henny
|
| And I never got a single fuckin' «Thank you"from you
|
| Or «I love you, daddy»
|
| You ungrateful bitch
|
| The more the baddie, more the bratty
|
| Man, I take you out for dinners
|
| Take you shopping for them clothes
|
| Before I got so rich
|
| And couldn’t trust none of these hoes
|
| I miss the old you
|
| I miss the old you
|
| I miss the old you
|
| I miss the old you
|
| I miss the old you |