| As I lay her body down, she kissin' on my neck
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| I’m 'bout to beat that pussy red
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| She ask me questions, like «Are you just with me for the sex»
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| I said «Nah», but I was just tryna get up in her head
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| She all drunk as shit and I just drunk up a four
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| Lookin' at my cup like fuck it let me pour some more
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| Like damn, I’m on that DJ Screw
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| Yo ass is so fine, shit I want a cup of you
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| But I’m getting off subject
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| I’m buying her a lift, minutes later we off fuckin'
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| She pullin' on my dreads and going deep in that ocean cup
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| Halfway done, I’m on that three wheel motion
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| Uh, I’ve been thinking like damn
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| She just wanna fuck a rap nigga or she a fan
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| Bet this girl thinking like «He finna be my man
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| And we finna have a family and, all them bullshit plans»
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| Bitch please
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| Uh, girl where you wanna go?
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| Uh, girl where you wanna go?
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| Uh, girl where you wanna go?
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| Shit we can go wherever baby girl just let me know
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| Damn, I got her in the zone
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| One shot of vodka, three shots of Patron
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| Like, damn bitch I’m in my zone
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| Double cup of codeine and two blunts of that strong
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| Damn, I got her in the zone
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| One shot of vodka, three shots of Patron
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| Like, damn bitch I’m in my zone
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| Double cup of codeine and two blunts of that strong
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| Uh, after relations becomes relationships
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| Should I be her nigga or should I just wake and dip?
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| Shit, man ion even know
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| But I just know one thing I ain’t 'bout to wife a hoe
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| Damn, I’m stuck between a thin line
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| Should I leave her here? |
| Nah 'cause this bitch is fine
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| On the fine date shit, I’m drinking wine
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| Smoking and relaxing as I ease my mind
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| My pain is numbed over time
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| Pussy money weed, I know you heard that line
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| Booked a flight I’m headed straight to LA
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| Hitting up my bottom, bitch I need somewhere to stay
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| And when I touch down act like you know me
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| When I act like that old nigga act like you owe me
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| Sharks in my water bitch you can’t swim
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| All you fuck niggas snakes like a bag of Brim’s
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| Real nigga talking shut the fuck up
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| Shutcha ass bitch boy you done lucked up
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| Memphis, tell my city what the fuck’s up?
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| Boy I run this town bitch put your bucks up |