| Say they like me better when I’m talkin' my shit
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| You know that, get lost with your bitch
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| Got gloss on her lips, there’s gloss on my dick
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| Wipe it off and watch all that spit
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| Bitch, I’m a pretty boy like Belaire
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| Still, like a bitch with red hair
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| But only if she bad though, 'cause I done got boujee
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| And any nigga touch me, catch a body like Boosie
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| Try me, I’m shootin'
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| No back and forth just up it, I’m blowin'
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| Say my prayers and grab my iron when I wake up in the mornin'
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| And I ain’t got no time to worry 'bout your feelings now I’m worth a mil'
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| Through the fake shit, I stayed down, stayed on my grind and I’m still here
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| When I think about the times that they was lyin' and I was real
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| Wanna cry but ain’t no tears, wanna cry but ain’t no tears
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| And I ain’t got no time to worry 'bout your feelings now I’m worth a mil'
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| Through the fake shit, I stayed down, stayed on my grind and I’m still here
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| When I think about the times that they was lyin' and I was real
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| Wanna cry but ain’t no tears, wanna cry but ain’t no tears
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| I done been through enough pain
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| To understand that pain real
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| Why they die off pain pills?
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| I held it down through the pain
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| You ain’t held for me cause you ain’t here
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| I held it down in the rain
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| I got all this shit by my lonely
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| Remember I lost everything
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| Just try to make everyone happy
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| Breakin' the bread with the family (Yeah, yeah)
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| I wonder who wanna see me happy
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| Had a dream imma hop out a G Wagon
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| I work my move I’m doing me
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| I keep my cool I’m cool with me
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| Fuck them chains and jewelry
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| Feel the same if you was me (Yeah)
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| And I ain’t got no time to worry 'bout your feelings now I’m worth a mil'
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| Through the fake shit, I stayed down, stayed on my grind and I’m still here
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| When I think about the times that they was lyin' and I was real
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| Wanna cry but ain’t no tears, wanna cry but ain’t no tears
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| And I ain’t got no time to worry 'bout your feelings now I’m worth a mil'
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| Through the fake shit, I stayed down, stayed on my grind and I’m still here
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| When I think about the times that they was lyin' and I was real
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| Wanna cry but ain’t no tears, wanna cry but ain’t no tears
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| You just a muhfuckin' hater
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| I’m chasin' muhfuckin' cake
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| I had to pick up some paper
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| I just got some head at the bank
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| They askin' me how do I want it
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| I told 'em all fifties and hundreds
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| The plug said he gon' get it low
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| And give it to me and my brother
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| So, I went and bought a new phone
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| And I told the nigga to run it
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| And they picked him up on a Wednesday
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| And he was gon order it Sunday
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| You know the way that it go
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| Still, make a play on a 'bow
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| You don’t wanna stay you can go
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| That’s what I say to a ho
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| And I ain’t got no time to worry 'bout your feelings now I’m worth a mil'
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| Through the fake shit, I stayed down, stayed on my grind and I’m still here
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| When I think about the times that they was lyin' and I was real
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| Wanna cry but ain’t no tears, wanna cry but ain’t no tears
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| And I ain’t got no time to worry 'bout your feelings now I’m worth a mil'
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| Through the fake shit, I stayed down, stayed on my grind and I’m still here
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| When I think about the times that they was lyin' and I was real
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| Wanna cry but ain’t no tears, wanna cry but ain’t no tears |