| I don’t give a fuck what you think, bitch!
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| You the Devil, ahaha!
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| Cut that bitch off!
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| Please don’t call my phone, I’m way too gone
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| (I'm way too gone, gone)
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| I’m way too gone
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh
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| Don’t call my phone, don’t call my, don’t call my phone
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| Don’t know why so often I’m feelin' like I’m runnin' out of time
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| There ain’t no telling what I’m thinkin' 'bout when I’m not high
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| Big baguettes, she keep on starin' and she might go blind
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| While you be worried 'bout that bitch I count the sack all night
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| Yeah, I go home, I get my dope half-price
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| I’m smokin' exotic, bitches throwin' ass on the private
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| Throwin' ass on the private
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| She like niggas with some money but I know she got a bag too
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| Lately, I been thinkin' of anything I could use to replace you
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| I know that’s fucked up, but I know you don’t care
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| Smoke this big boofy blunt, take me way out of here
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| Yeah, I think I’m losin' all of my useless feelings
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| Bitch, I really need it, never seen that
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| Tie my demons up and leave 'em hangin' from the ceiling
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| Bitch, I really need, never seen, no
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| Don’t know why so often I’m feelin' like I’m runnin' out of time
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| There ain’t no telling what I’m thinkin' 'bout when I’m not high
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| Big baguettes, she keep on starin' and she might go blind
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| While you be worried 'bout that bitch I count the sack all night
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| Yeah, I go home, I get my dope half-price
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| I’m smokin' exotic, bitches throwin' ass on the private
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| Throwin' ass on the private
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| Yeah, I think I’m losin' all of my useless feelings
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| Bitch, I really need it, never seen that
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| Tie my demons up and leave 'em hangin' from the ceiling
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| Bitch, I really need, never seen, no
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| I’m smokin' exotic, bitches throwin' ass on the private
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| Throwin' ass on the private |