| Smoke that, Jack, Henn
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| Two shots, oh I’m faded
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| Work your body so amazing
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| Ain’t no need to complicate it
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| Course I feel like we could be something
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| Girl I’m saying, why you wanna complicate it?
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| I don’t wanna complicate it
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| Look, look, look
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| Now I done did a lot of dirt in my past days
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| But she know me, yeah she know me so she still love me
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| She send me butt-naked pictures and it’s still lovely
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| But for future reference dress it up and make it real for me
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| She like you must be in your feelings or something
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| The way you spit it, you should make a No Ceilings or something
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| She know the chance to find it better is a million in one
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| Ain’t even fucked her and she know that I’m as real as they come, get it?
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| Give it a minute, this may take awhile
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| Shawty say she tired of the jerks like a Jamaican child
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| No Chris Brown, but I promise that I could take you down
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| Up there in the attic and frankly don’t need to make a sound
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| Wait, you gone scream later
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| Aye girl the D major
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| That’s why I got you hitting notes like Fantasia
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| The stick shift, sex drive on speed racer
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| But ima let you finish first, I’m a team player
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| Smoke that, Jack, Henn
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| Two shots, oh I’m faded
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| Work your body so amazing
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| Ain’t no need to complicate it
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| Course I feel like we could be something
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| Girl I’m saying, why you wanna complicate it?
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| I don’t wanna complicate it
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| Aye look I used to be a nice guy but girl now the pimping so real
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| Say the pimping so real
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| Cause even before we met, God put me on a mission so real
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| Aye yeah a mission so real
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| When it come to me and your ex nigga, girl the difference so real
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| Like magic, your boy got a Gryffindor feel
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| Tell Jhené Aiko that I’m with it for real
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| Eat the booty like a three-course meal
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| Wait a minute, look
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| Aye nah I’m playing but fuck it, it made you laugh right?
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| She ain’t even know I’m finna blow like bagpipes
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| Sweatpants, hair tied, 'Best I Ever Had' type
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| Drop-dead gorgeous, prolly met you in my past life (woah)
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| One in a million, you a rare type
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| Now bend it over let me beat it like a snare type
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| I long stroke when I’m in it, that pussy air tight
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| And if the head right, I be there every night
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| Glory to god, you a blessing for real
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| Throw it, I catch it, quit running, be still
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| Butt-booty naked, she dressing to kill
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| We make a movie then Netflix and chill
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| You searching all of your questions like I got the answers
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| Unsure what your destiny is
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| Smoke that, sip this, pour something
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| Pretty soon we be back on our same old shit like
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| Smoke that, Jack, Henn
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| Two shots, oh I’m faded
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| Work your body so amazing
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| Ain’t no need to complicate it
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| Course I feel like we could be something
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| Girl I’m saying, why you wanna complicate it?
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| I don’t wanna complicate it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Complicated , by - Deanté Hitchcock. Song from the album Good, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп