| She like popping off Percocets, dog
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| And she all inside the club
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| She got that white girl problem
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| And she love it though, it make her feel loved
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| She in the new spot
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| Every other day of the week, she on drugs
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| She got that white girl problem
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| And she love it though, it make her feel loved
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| She just dropped some molly in a double dirty Sprite
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| I looked at her, what the fuck?
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| I been riding 'round town with the heater
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| I don’t know who to trust
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| Say she smoke like she Bob Marley cousin
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| I just took a puff
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| Don’t know who this girl think she is
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| But she know her way around this stuff
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| She don’t like when she go without it
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| I can see, man, this girl is so about it
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| Ah wee, our mind is so overclouded
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| Floor seats, at the show we’re throwing dollars
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| No sleep, baby, you was cool without it
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| Tell me how we s’posed to love you when you don’t allow it?
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| Yeah, when you don’t allow it
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| Yeah, 'cause you always on the drugs
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| She like popping off Percocets, dog
|
| And she all inside the club
|
| She got that white girl problem
|
| And she love it though, it make her feel loved
|
| She in the new spot
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| Every other day of the week, she on drugs
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| She got that white girl problem
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| And she love it though, it make her feel loved
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| Whoa, blow
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| She from the south but she love the snow
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| Whoa, blow
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| She a white girl playing with her nose
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| She got that white girl problem and she love it though
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| She all inside the club
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| I’m tryna get through to her
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| But it ain’t working out so much
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| Hello, are you there behind them glazed eyes?
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| I can feel it in your touch
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| I got Percocets all inside my pocket, dog
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| Who can you trust?
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| Who do you trust?
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| Who is you calling up when you on a crush?
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| Who do you feel? |
| How is it real?
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| Are you losing, baby, that control of the wheel?
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| It’s so hard for me, you was a part of me
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| Used to call me on my cell phone, now you’re hard to reach
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| Your love is like a tattoo, baby, you’re scarrin' me
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| Used to have my cup running over, you’re starvin' me
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| That shit is hard for me, you went so far for me
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| Can we cut the bullshit? |
| Baby, jump in the car with me
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| Take all these bars with me, shoot to the stars with me
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| Go back to the place you know that you had the heart for me
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| You always on drugs
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| She like popping off percocets, dog
|
| And she all inside the club
|
| She got that white girl problem
|
| And she love it though, it make her feel loved
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| She love popping off percocets, dog
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| And she all inside the club
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| She got that white girl problem
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| But she love it though, it make her feel loved |