| You must be used to me spending
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| And all that sweet wining and dining
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| I’m fucking you tonight
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| I’m fucking you tonight
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| I know ?, know something
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| (We) Usually, I cross stations for the face
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| Usually, it’s going bottles in the V
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| And usually I ain’t following back
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| But act usually, but to not even relax
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| Fuck all that extra
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| Don’t need no distractions
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| Bottom line I been missing
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| And without me you’ve been miserable
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| Drinks in the fridge propably cold
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| How long only time will tell
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| Might take a break from cloud smoke
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| Besides that I ain’t got no time to chill
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| I can show you all kind of love
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| I did show how you were supposed to feel
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| Now I got you all posted up
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| Awesome Hennessy and some beer
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| You must be used to me spending
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| And all that sweet wining and dining
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| I’m fucking you tonight
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| I’m fucking you tonight
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| (Yeah) Drinking glasses, creeping
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| Know how you act off, drink
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| You jumping on it, deep in
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| Baby, you know I can’t wait
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| As long as I got that fire
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| As long as I got that tree
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| You’re the only thing I’m driving
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| Right now you know we ain’t leave
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| 'Cause I’m way past tipsy
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| You are all up in my way whisky
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| Got me on my way
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| With the song, I got a nigga all upon
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| We realing it, don’t chasing goals and dreams
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| Playboy, wardrobe, Roll’s and watches
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| Nigga that you anything
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| Used to the life, but tonight ain’t happening, girl
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| You must be used to me spending
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| And all that sweet wining and dining
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| I’m fucking you tonight
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| I’m fucking you tonight |