| Ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ah, yuh
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| Yuh, yuh, huoh, huoh
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| Yuh
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| I, I, I, I (Woah, woah, yuh)
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| Yuh
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| I don’t wanna be the best at this
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| Only thing I think of is your death (Ah, woah, woah)
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| Tearin' all the walls, the not real
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| You a porta-potty, take my piss
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| Every single day I wake up and I’m so-so
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| Mad, I wanna take her fuckin' face off (Sheesh, sheesh)
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| Drown them motherfuckers in a
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| All about a bitch talkin' this all
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| (All you niggas aneurysms)
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| (All you niggas aneurysms)
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| Everyday I live life with no perspective of myself
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| I don’t need no one else to go and say fuck myself (Ayy)
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| Don’t nobody wanna me (Ye)
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| I am not one to be clean (Ye)
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| My life is so laggy, ping (Ye)
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| She squirted and thought that she pee (Ing)
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| Swallow all of my sorrow (Ayy)
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| Fucked up in Monte Carlo (Ayy)
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| That’s me in like three years
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| Now I sip on my own tears
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| Everyday I wanna cut shit, yeah
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| My mind don’t function, yeah
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| Started with all that fuck shit, yeah
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| Made money off the fuck shit, yeah
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| You are not so important, yeah
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| You were never that important, yeah
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| Never rode in that foreign yeah
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| I don’t care about your Lauren, yeah
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms
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| All you niggas aneurysms, ayy
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| Woo, ooh
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| Ooh, oh, woah
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| Poppin' that one and she give me big twerk
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| Stop at the bands and I’m flippin' that swerve
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| How 'bout you love me, for the good of some work
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| I told you you told me one late afternoon
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| I’ll be out at two, poppin' that Grey Goose
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| Skinny bitch with some nice booze, ayy
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| I don’t really think I’m poppin' no more
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| Got some thick braids right up out the door
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| When she bring me up, tryna get this fuckin' guap
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| I’m a way down, tell you why I’m out yeah, oh |