| (You too broke for me, nigga, ha ha ha
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| Playback, ya ya ya)
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| (Bongo by the way)
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| Got the blunt rolled for me when I get out the booth
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| Last summer, was friends, was cool, now I ain’t playin' with you
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| Started looking, asking questions, I ain’t got no time to waste
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| Sweating me like that ass been on X all day
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| West Side gang sign, then lil' baby made a way
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| And my paper long, gettin' new cousin every day
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| Now that my mama straight, I’ma be grateful every day
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| Praise the Lord above, watching them blessings fall on me
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| Just too broke for me
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| What you want from me?
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| Kevin Hart, little nigga, you a joke to me
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| Fuck out my face, you can’t relate
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| Fuck out my face, ain’t no way you can relate
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| Keep your broke from me, it way too close to me
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| You gotta hit a blunt to, hit a blunt to talk to me (yeah yeah yeah)
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| Fuck out my face, you can’t relate
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| Fuck out my face, ain’t no way you can relate
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| You can’t hang with me, baby, you ain’t gettin' no money
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| I might finesse her out some butt, but she gon' leave in the morning
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| I had to boss up on the bitch because my old chick was boring
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| I can’t be pulling out no Mazda, I get jiggy in foreigns
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| I’m a dog, hellhound, and you know I don’t play
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| I got some girls out of Houston, from LA to the Bay
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| I can’t hold no conversation if I’m not gettin' paid
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| Why this girl say she gon' leave, but whole time she gon' stay?
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| Just too broke for me
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| What you want from me?
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| Kevin Hart, little nigga, you a joke to me
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| Fuck out my face, you can’t relate
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| Fuck out my face, ain’t no way you can relate
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| Keep your broke from me, it way too close to me
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| You gotta hit a blunt to, hit a blunt to talk to me (yeah yeah yeah)
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| Fuck out my face, you can’t relate
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| Fuck out my face, ain’t no way you can relate
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| Uh, I don’t fuck with you niggas, you ain’t drippin' enough
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| I had to kick them hoes out they weren’t wit it enough
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| In the streets I got smoke, my windows tinted as fuck
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| And I ain’t goin' to get no backwoods, this YG blunt
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| Fuck out my face, in my heart, I got hate
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| Fuck out my face, or I’m fighting the case
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| Fuck out my face, that chick ain’t late
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| Fuck out my face, you can’t be late
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| Fuck out my face, I’m fucking your bitch
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| She fucking my face, I love that shit
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| Fuck out my face, I’m too rich
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| Fuck out my face, I’m a gangbanger bitch
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| I need a bitch like Marilyn Monroe
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| I tell her fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
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| Fuck it up, fuck it up, hoe
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| I give her my Amex and let shop out on her own
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| And let her run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
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| Run it up, make her say «whoa»
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| Just too broke for me
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| What you want from me?
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| Kevin Hart, little nigga, you a joke to me
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| Fuck out my face, you can’t relate
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| Fuck out my face, ain’t no way you can relate
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| Keep your broke from me, it way too close to me
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| You gotta hit a blunt to, hit a blunt to talk to me (yeah yeah yeah)
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| Fuck out my face, you can’t relate
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| Fuck out my face, ain’t no way you can relate |