| Can you listen? |
| I’m tryna make you see it all different
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| Never thought that I would be in this position
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| So tell me broski, what’s the proposition-postion (Yeah)
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| Tell my shooter he gotta play his position
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| Shoot that shit with tactical precision, precision
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| Yeah, tryna eat that pussy in a limousine
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| Told the jakes in town that they cannot get rid of me
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| Life gave me lemons, I made lemonade, it’s bittersweet
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| Had to get it from the scousers, had to go to Leeds
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| Only birds that you see is when you write a tweet
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| And my bando hot, jumpin' like a trampoline
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| A woman’s intuition, suttin' you can never beat
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| She keep tellin' me I cheated 'cause she had a dream
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| Yeah, heart broke, heart break gang, my heart is suffering
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| How the fuck I’m payin' for the sins, that all my mother did
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| Payin' for the sins and all the badness that my brother did
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| Gotta pull the plug on this (Yeah), gotta pull the plug on this (Yeah)
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| Said I love my baby mother and I love my kid (Yeah)
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| But every time she hit me, she be on some other shit (Yeah)
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| Cah I’m payin' for the sins that all her mother did
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| And I’m payin' for the sins that all her father did
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| All this water on my wrist, I can go fishing (Yeah)
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| If you really wish me well, then why you distant? |
| (Hmm)
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| Baby, I just popped a pill, I’m off prescription (Yeah)
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| Can you listen? |
| I’m tryna make you see it all different
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| Never thought that I would be in this position
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| So tell me broski, what’s the proposition-postion (Yeah)
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| Tell my shooter he gotta play his position
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| Shoot that shit with tactical precision, precision
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| When you look like this
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| They gon' treat you like you rich
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| So I’m gon' stay with my stick
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| And I seen hundreds of bricks
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| And free all the niggas I miss (Free 'em)
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| Girl, we ain’t worried 'bout shit
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| All this money coming in, I throw away
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| I pop a perc, I lose my mind, I go insane (Ski, ski)
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| All these drugs up on my mind, I lose my brain
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| Baby girl, I know you’re right, baby girl, it’s ok
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| And I’m still tryna figure out the problems that you dealin' with
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| I’m still tryna figure out those niggas that you keepin' with
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| See, I saved my love for a real one (Real one)
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| If a nigga touch my chain, I’ma kill some (Kill some)
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| Baby, if you keep suckin' then I will cum (Will cum)
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| Girl, I could never lie, you the real one
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| All this water on my wrist, I can go fishing (Yeah)
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| If you really wish me well, then why you distant? |
| (Hmm)
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| Baby, I just popped a pill, I’m off prescription (Yeah)
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| Can you listen? |
| I’m tryna make you see it all different
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| Never thought that I would be in this position
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| So tell me broski, what’s the proposition-postion (Yeah)
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| Tell my shooter he gotta play his position
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| Shoot that shit with tactical precision, precision |