| Get on top and take over control
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| Bitch just come to me, he’ll never know
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| I’ll be there in a minute, so please don’t hit my phone
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| I’m just tryna help you take it slow
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| Get on top and take over control
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| Bitch just come to me, he’ll never know
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| I’ll be there in a minute, so please don’t hit my phone
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| I’m just tryna help you take it-take it-take it
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| Slow, I’ll be there in a minute
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| Every ounce of innocence I lost to be lieutenant
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| Of the energy I’m spendin'
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| Fightin' off desire for these bitches just like witches often sendin' wicked
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| images
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| (Could you) be, oh so sweet, oh so bad
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| Downright villainous
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| Grab the apple off the tree of knowledge started peelin' it
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| Keep her true intentions and her feelings un-revealed in this
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| Spider web affliction stickin' tight like my addictions
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| Or constriction but she venomous
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| Evil like insidious
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| Claws in my back show the tax of these privileges
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| She took another shot, rolled a blunt, and popped a pill, and told me,
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| baby you should know, I’m just tryna take it slow
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| Get on top and take over control
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| Bitch, just come to me
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| He’ll never know
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| I’ll be there in a minute, so please don’t hit my phone
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| I’m just tryna help you take it slow
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| Let me hit it from the back
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| Back it up now
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| I need it right now
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| It’s ‘bout to go down
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| I’ll be there in a minute
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| So please don’t hit my phone
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| I’m just tryna help you take it slow
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| Bouta hit ‘em wit da heat
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| Mothafucka gotta eat
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| Where da bread
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| Where da beef
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| DOK never hit no peaks
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| Mama never loved us
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| Daddy never hugged us
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| Skinny as fuck
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| Mentally fucked up
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| I don’t do too much, I don’t show off like I could
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| You might see too much, you might get more than I would
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| Can’t accept myself, can’t accept love like I should
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| But I don’t need no help
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| I don’t need no help I’m good
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| Get on top and take over control
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| Bitch, just come to me
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| He’ll never know
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| I’ll be there in a minute, so please don’t hit my phone
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| I’m just tryna help you take it slow
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| Let me hit it from the back
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| Back it up now
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| I need it right now
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| It’s ‘bout to go down
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| Tell you step up like you need your rep up
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| Get you set up then she get you wet up
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| They say life is a bitch, she’s a test bruh
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| They say life goes by fast, so I guess that death is slow |