| Yeah, woo
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| I'm just in the cut sittin' sideways
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| Way that you lookin' all the time
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| Time gets to tickin' and it takes a toll
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| Told you I couldn't really draw the line
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| Line ringin', sayin' that you told him things
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| Things that you could've kept inside
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| Sidetrackin' me when I was good to you
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| You were somebody I would stand behind
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| I know you like to drink 'til the sun up
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| Grind 'til you come up
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| Work all winter, shine all summer
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| Ride for your brother
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| You die for your mother
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| Keep that shit a hunna
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| I know you wanna
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| Vacay to a place where you could
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| Take pictures, post on Insta
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| Your friends say they miss ya
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| But they don't really miss ya
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| Rule number one, to be a boss-ass bitch (Uh-huh)
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| Never let a clown nigga try to play you (Okay)
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| If he play you, then rule number two (Okay)
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| Is fuck his best friends and make 'em yes men (Okay)
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| And– (Wow, that's how you feel?)
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| I'm just in the cut sittin' sideways
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| Way that you lookin' all the time
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| Time, it done left you with a broken heart
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| Hardly excuses how you play with mine
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| Mindin' my business and you show up
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| Up to no good, I should've seen the signs
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| Signin' me up to do your dirty work
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| Workin' to try and get you off my mind
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| I know you like to drink 'til the sun up
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| Grind 'til you come up
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| Work all winter, shine all summer
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| Ride for your brother
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| You die for your mother
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| Keep that shit a hunna
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| I know you wanna
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| Vacay to a place where you could
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| Take pictures, post on Insta
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| Your friends say they miss ya
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| But they don't really miss ya
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| What the fuck, this ain't Chanel, nigga?! |
| Custom down?!
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| What the fuck, I ain't smokin' hot?! |
| Bust me down?!
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| You the same clown nigga that was runnin' me down?!
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| Now you all up in my…'cause you wanna be down?! |
| (Okay)
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| (Wow, that's how you feel?) |