| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah hey, hey, oh
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| Hey, hey, hey, oh, hey, oh
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| I do remember
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| Uh, I do remember, I do remember
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| How you said I was your temper, made me feel like a contender
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| You acknowledge other niggas who you knew was out to get you that ain’t right)
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| Fuckin' with the camera man and you still ain’t get the picture (snapshot)
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| I can toss a thousand words to you quick band
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| But I’m a say nothin' 'cause I need you as my kickstand
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| Tired of all these hoes that be claimin' that they big fans
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| Soon as I’m in town they blow my line to buy the wristband
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| All access and bad sex but hair fire
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| Just to do the same to the headliner
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| Even at my own shows curse by (they do)
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| Make me miss my old thing, it’s still quiet
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| But we can up the volume for the evening
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| And I only mean evening, by sunrise you’re leavin'
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| You still ain’t my girl, we damn sure ain’t friends
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| So we can cut that whole how you been and where you been?
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| 'Cause that’s the end
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| Girl you know where the fuck I’m at
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| Bute street, off of Monticello Ave
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| And girl you know where the fuck I’ve been
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| On the road, tryna enlarge my dividends
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| I toss and turn, backwoods got burned
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| Many nights, contemplate about you
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| And all the compalinin' I do
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| About these hoes and how I know they ain’t true
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| I’m still mad at you for the shit you did
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| But not that mad, so just come to where I’m is
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| I’ve text you once but did not send
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| Erase what’s typed, type back again
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| Indecisive about the very next move
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| Fool me once, I don’t want umber two
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| And I’m still mad at you for not handling biz
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| But you can still get the biz
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| So just come to where I’m is
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| Please 'cause I really just can’t take thsi shit no more
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| Oh, it seems that I got win from losin'
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| All these triflin' hoes hate, I don’t know which to be choosin'
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| Sometimes I turn to you
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| In the lowest times, when I’m sad and blue
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| 'Cause you know that we got history
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| So just come to where I’m finna be
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| Girl you know where the fuck I’m at
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| Bute street, off of Monticello Ave
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| And girl you know where the fuck I’ve been
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| I’m tryna enlarge my dividends
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| Girl you know where the fuck I’m at
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| Off of Monticello Ave
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| And girl you know where the fuck I’ve been
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| On the road, I’m tryna enlarge my dividends
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| Soon as, you get on the avenue
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| Move that pretty little ass over
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| To my room in the back
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| No words, lay back, relax
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| Quiet, don’t you apologize
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| Quiet, hush up with all them lies
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| You in? |
| One night of rough sex
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| But after I still won’t answer your text
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| Soon as, you get on the avenue
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| Move that pretty little ass over
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| To my room in the back
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| No words, lay back, relax
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| Quiet, don’t you dare apologize
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| Quiet, hush up with all them lies
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| You in? |
| One night of rough sex
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| But after I still won’t answer your text
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| I’m on Monticello
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Avenue
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Yeah, oh, yeah, oh |