| Why you gotta do me like that?
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| My face in my hands, you got me down bad
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| Why you gotta do me like that?
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| Tracin' my steps trynna see what I did, but I know I ain’t do shit to deserve
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| this
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| Now that you got me
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| In your pocket
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| You trynna call the shots but bitch no please just stop it
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| Never find one like me
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| These boys they carbon copies
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| They look like Denis Rodman, way back in the 1990s
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| I got that loot, come rob me
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| Like Jenga, stack your bodies
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| No, BONES don’t like nobody
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| Smoke dope, go ghost, I’m out of here
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| Kicking raps is the hobby
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| We cash up in the lobby
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| We only here for 24 hours, I’m tryna see what’s poppin'
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| City lights they shinin'
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| The budget just keep climbin'
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| Boy you need to sell them diamonds I notice your numbers droppin'
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| To me that don’t mean nothin'
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| But to you it’s everything
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| Better round up cars, chains, clothes and the fancy diamond rings
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| Why you gotta do me like that?
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| My face in my hands, you got me down bad
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| Why you gotta do me like that?
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| Tracin' my steps trynna see what I did, but I know I ain’t do shit to deserve
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| this |