| Girl, I want you bad
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| I’m the terminator
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| Real shit, I don’t wanna wait up
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| Girl, you make me mad
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| Pop out like The Undertaker
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| No shoot, girl, I’ma layup
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| RoboCop love, Arnold Schwarzenegger
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| Yeah, you’ve been trippin'
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| Shit, but I’ve been trippin' too, so what’s the fuckin' difference?
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| Yeah and she’s been sippin' too
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| She having codeine visions, yeah
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| All them times I called, you ignored it like I didn’t
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| Shit I’m marryin' Wanda, she love when I’m lifted
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| I just 2020 my vision, woah
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| That’s why I’m not leavin' comments
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| I’m too motherfuckin' fried to be honest, ayy
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| I think my bitch work in economics
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| She keep on countin', countin' 'til she vomit, ayy
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| Stackin', stackin', make it triple my boys
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| Tryna change the whole fuckin' climate, ayy
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| Spittin' straight facts
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| And I promise you truly, I like where I’m at
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| 'Cause I’m under hysteria, my gang in the back
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| In the whip, I go hard, put my city on the map
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| And I brought that shit back
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| And I brought that shit back, girl, I’m east side on baby
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| You know where I’m at
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| And I’m in the opp’s crib, baby mama ain’t watchin' your kid but I’m blowin'
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| her back
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| On the run, I said I ain’t comin' right back
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| Shawty fell to her knees, had a whole heart attack
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| I ain’t feelin' no love, I’m just speakin' the facts
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| With my heart on my chest and my gun on my lap
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| She be talkin' the shit, I’m fucked up, so I left
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| I know you hate me, it’s cool, we can leave it at that
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| But she still come around, so I’m handlin' that
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| She not a fan of the boy, just a fan of my stats
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| These niggas don’t like me
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| Livin' good, puttin' on my team
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| Futurama, night time dreams
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| Fell in love with a motherfuckin' freak, yeah
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| But you know Gods don’t bleed
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| And I know my ex still checkin' on me
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| So, let me put your mind at ease
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| Ferragamo on my shirt, this the new white tee, yeah
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| We don’t be as happy as we seem, yeah
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| I dont like how we look on the big screen
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| I don’t, I don’t wanna live in this dream
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| I don’t, I don’t wanna live in this dream
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| Yeah, you’ve been trippin'
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| Shit, but I’ve been trippin' too, so what’s the fuckin' difference?
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| Yeah and she’s been sippin' too
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| She having codeine visions, yeah
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| All them times I called, you ignored it like I didn’t
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| Shit I’m marryin' Wanda, she love when I’m lifted
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| I just 2020 my vision
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| I said, when am I comin', okay
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| We can make this shit back up in May
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| I think I did the best that I can say
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| I was down for your ass, that ain’t up for debate, yeah
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| You knockin' down only ninety percent of your shots, if you shoot,
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| you gon' make it
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| You gon' miss all of them hoes if you don’t put the shot up, you never know it
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| til' you take it
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| I got a bag and bitch, I’m tryna break it
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| I’m swagin' so fuckin' hard, I know they hate it
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| My bitch said, «Donny, baby, I can’t take it»
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| Tryna tell you I’m ballin', feelin' detonated
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| Shit, I live on Saturn, I’m hella faded
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| I’ll pick you up Saturday and then we bakin'
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| My demons surroundin' me, I can’t shake it
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| I’m back in your city baby, what’s shakin'? |
| yea
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| And I’m way to sorry girl, I’m mistaken
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| All that shit from the past, girl I’m still hatin'
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| You was pillow talkin', I was pancakin'
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| Got her on the wall, got her leg shakin'
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| You’ve been MIA, misses can’t make it
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| Ball out, NBA, goin' to the basics
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| If I’ma be in love, I’ma make statements
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| Somewhere in the sun, with my heart breakin'
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| Yeah, you’ve been trippin'
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| Shit, but I’ve been trippin' too, so what’s the fuckin' difference?
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| Yeah and she’s been sippin' too
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| She having codeine visions, yeah
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| All them times I called, you ignored it like I didn’t
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| Shit I’m marryin' Wanda, she love when I’m lifted
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| I just 2020 my vision, woah
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| That’s why I’m not leavin' comments
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| I’m too motherfuckin' fried to be honest, ayy
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| I think my bitch work in economics
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| She keep on countin', countin' 'til she vomit, ayy
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| Stackin', stackin', make it triple my boys
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| Tryna change the whole fuckin' climate, ayy
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| Go |