| [Verse 1: Don Toliver,
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| Travis Scott
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| Both
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| You couldn’t get any better, baby
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Your lips taste like candy cane, do tell
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| You’re my baby (Yeah)
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| So impatient, when I’m gone, you waitin'
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| Please, don’t make me think of it
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| Like a game with a defense (
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| Yeah
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| You talk to me dirty, I’m talkin' back like a reflex (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh,
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| oh-oh)
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| I know you love to play games (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh), but it ain’t no recess
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| Around my town, they know my name (Ah, ah, ah), I put it on Jesus
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| I booked your plane, to come my way
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| I gotta meet ya
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| Starrin' in my musical, without no feature
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| Do me a favor (Do me a favor), and call a nigga back (A nigga)
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| I can’t contain ya (I can’t cont—)
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| 'Cause you’ve been in your bag (You been in your—)
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| And hop in your saf (Hop in your—)
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| I’ll make sure that you’re bad (Ooh, ooh)
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| You ain’t diffrent (You ain’t), I’ll make sure you know that you’re mine
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| I (I), baby, don’t lie (Ooh, ooh)
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| You ain’t doin' alright (I)
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| You ain’t different, you, ooh-ooh, ooh |