| She tried take man for banter
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| Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa
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| Deep down, I know that she want me
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| So girl, stop with the frontin', yeah
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| Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
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| Oh, now you got me runnin' down, panther
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Now come and put it pon me
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| The tings from the motherland
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| She bad and I’ma tell you all about it
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| Before I pound it, the pum-pum
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| She tried to make me have it
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| She a bad B, but she good feed
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| Any time I give her a bone, she in a good mood
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| Any time I marry her phone, I tell her leave that alone
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| Let’s do this ting on the sly, I’ll be your ting on the side
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| She put her foot down, that’s why I feel her
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| The way she actin' petty, I don’t let her take the Beemer
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| I been sippin' Maggie, I been starin' at your body
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| Lookin' thick in that trackie, so it’s choppin', I’ll soon see ya
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| Oh, now you’re givin' me signs, feelin' the vibe
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| The waistline’s dead in my line, there’s no denyin'
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| Are you really tryna waste my time?
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| B, I’m just tryna make you mine
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| She tried take man for banter
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| Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa
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| Deep down, I know that she want me
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| So girl, stop with the frontin', yeah
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| Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
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| Oh, now you got me runnin' down, panther
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Now come and put it pon me
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| Yo, it started out one night (Uh)
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| Next thing, I’m your driver
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| Any time you text, you try tell me it’s a minor
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| You said you weren’t like them gyal
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| Look, I didn’t see a future, now I’m buyin' you designer
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| Look, I know we young and wreckless
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| Boo boo, if I were you, I wouldn’t test us, ayy
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| Even though I expected you to do me dirty
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| I still want you for my breakfast
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| You only fuck around with ballers 'cah you no play fair
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| You stress a young boy out, make 'em grow grey hair
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| Man, you got me under pressure, you love a big spender
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| But now that times are hard, you want me out like Wenger, ah
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| Oh, now you’re givin' me signs, look in my eyes
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| The waistline’s got me for life, I’ll do the time
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| Just say you’re a ride or die
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| So you can never take what’s mine, ah
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| She tried take man for banter (Whoa)
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| Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa (Yeah, yeah)
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| Deep down, I know that she want me (She wants me)
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| So girl, stop with the frontin', yeah
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| Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
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| Oh, now you got me runnin' down, panther
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Now come and put it pon me
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| Yeah, she a gangster, gangster
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| Ooh, hella banter, banter (Ayy)
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| I’m a G, I’m a G
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| But I’m cappin' for the panther, panter
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| Gangster, gangster
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| Ayy, she got banter, banter
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| Look, I’m a G, I’m a G
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| But I’m cappin' for the panther, panter |