| Didn’t pay attention in high school but now I’m self paid
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| Always think I’m bougie think that I don’t know myself? |
| (Don't know myself)
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| Walkin' with that tool, a ruler hangin' out my belt, ay
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| Trigger finger itchin' swear that I can’t help myself (Can't help myself)
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| Didn’t pay attention in high school but now I’m self paid
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| Always think I’m bougie think that I don’t know myself? |
| (Don't know myself)
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| Walkin' with that tool, a ruler hangin' out my belt, ay
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| Trigger finger itchin' swear that I can’t help myself
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| I swear I can’t help myself
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| This lifestyle fuckin' up my health (up my health)
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| Hit that bitch and kick her out
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| She tryna come up off some clout (off some clout)
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| Said if she want she could have my babies, so I put 'em in her mouth (in her
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| mouth)
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| Off the lean and smokin' weed, keep leavin' burn holes in my couch (they in my
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| couch)
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| Neck look like a mosh pit, see my diamonds jumpin'
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| Better walk with caution, get stretched out like a scrunchie
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| Bitches used to talk shit, but now she wanna cuff me
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| Bitch I cannot talk, I know you see I’m out the country
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| Bitch you know I’m gone, when I say I’m gone
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| I don’t need a job, bitch my money long
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| Bitches know my songs, now she think I’m on
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| I’m rockin' Saint Laurent, like they’re Air Force One’s
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| Remember you niggas was snorin'?
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| Now they wanna know what I’m doin'
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| Up in the mornin', I’m gone off the Addy, addicted to early recordin'
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| So much sauce, that’s why these bitches adore me
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| Didn’t pay attention in high school but now I’m self paid
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| Always think I’m bougie think that I don’t know myself? |
| (Don't know myself)
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| Walkin' with that tool, a ruler hangin' out my belt, ay
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| Trigger finger itchin' swear that I can’t help myself (Can't help myself)
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| Didn’t pay attention in high school but now I’m self paid
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| Always think I’m bougie think that I don’t know myself? |
| (Don't know myself)
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| Walkin' with that tool, a ruler hangin' out my belt, ay
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| Trigger finger itchin' swear that I can’t help myself
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| Yeah, yeah, came up from the slums, I ain’t had shit
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| I can’t show no love, yeah shorty that’s the past tense
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| She just wanna fuck 'cause the bands in elastics
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| Shorty throw it back on the pole and bring my bands quick
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| We ain’t had a scale, trap a stove doin' backflips
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| And I don’t take no pill, lil' nigga I stay active
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| Yeah, I run through the money you know I ain’t stop
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| Drownin' in water, I feel like a faucet
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| Hittin' new licks just to count up a profit
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| I stay with the shit, yeah you know ain’t a option
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| I’ma go hard, yeah you know I ain’t stoppin'
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| Goyard, when I walk in the party
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| So far, yeah I sound like a Audi
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| I know hard, you can tell by my body
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| Yeah, I see a thottie
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| Ballin' on niggas I’m feelin' like Scottie
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| Run through the money these haters is sorry
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| Trappin' all night 'til the mornin'
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| Didn’t pay attention in high school but now I’m self paid
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| Always think I’m bougie think that I don’t know myself? |
| (Don't know myself)
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| Walkin' with that tool, a ruler hangin' out my belt, ay
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| Trigger finger itchin' swear that I can’t help myself (Can't help myself)
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| Didn’t pay attention in high school but now I’m self paid
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| Always think I’m bougie think that I don’t know myself? |
| (Don't know myself)
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| Walkin' with that tool, a ruler hangin' out my belt, ay
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| Trigger finger itchin' swear that I can’t help myself |