| Aye
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| I told her what’s cracking, it’s Cdot
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| Hope you coming with me when I leave
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| Money ain’t shit man I know a lil place we can go
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| Where it fall off the trees
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| I’m in love with designer
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| Bought Dolce Gabbana to go on each of yo feet
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| And I hope you can throw it back
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| I be enjoying that I’m finna put you to sleep
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| If it ain’t money let’s not talk about it
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| I usually be keeping it brief
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| Yo nigga want smoke when we see him
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| I told my lil nigga to aim at his teeth
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| And you can front all you want
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| I see I straight through that shit
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| Man I know where you week
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| She say she need her a fix
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| I slip her this dick she instantly week
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| You tryna keep it low key, that’s cool wit me
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| We ain’t gotta speak
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| And she say the kids sleep
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| Sound good to me, I know how to creep, aye
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| I’m in that fast jeep
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| When it push start I woke up the street
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| And you better fast think
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| Cause when I’m gone you missed your beat
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| (Nigga you did not have to cut me off like that
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| You bogus as fuck, I ain’t do shit to you
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| You mad cause a mafucka can’t
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| Jump when you say jump? |
| nigga fuck you)
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| If its fuck me its fuck you
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| I’ma clown but still fucked you
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| And tell yo friend to shut up too
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| I would’ve been fucked her if I wanted to
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| Now I think we good let’s call a troose
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| I don’t know why we sitting in this car
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| We going no where like we on a boot
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| This shit started wit yo attitude
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| And yo point of views, aye
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| I’m tired of trying and being accused
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| I’m focused on revenue
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| I ain’t got time to hear you wine
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| And switching yo moods
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| Talking about you really don’t read them
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| But out of your DM can pick from a thousand dudes
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| And if a new door open when one close
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| I’m in the crib with a thousand rooms
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| Aye, I’m grateful, inhaling smoke wen I breathe
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| Really I ain’t have a thing
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| Stop you tryna make shit more than it be
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| Really we just were a fling
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| I wonder, would you even pick me
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| If my diamonds wasn’t giving a bling
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| I’m guilty too I only picked you cause
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| Yo ass couldn’t fit in them jeans
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| I should’ve told ha I’m bipolar
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| I should’ve kept it a G
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| Cause after all the shit I told her
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| I want her on my wing
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| I’m the king around this bitch you know you can be the queen
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| Or better yet be my fiancée let’s pick out a ring
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| (I don’t know what’s wrong with you
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| I don’t know what you going through
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| But you acting bogus as fuck
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| And like, I don’t know whats wrong with you) |