| Shorty ain’t no friend of mine no more
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| But every time that she drop down she so loyal
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| Man it’s such a beautiful day don’t get caught up
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| Scratching shit that I wrote for ya
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| Saying that I’m sus
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| I’m a dope boy I could give a fuck
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| I ain’t good for ya add it all up, what
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| All the time I took from ya
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| And then go find yourself a new boy
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| Freezing up no easy budding
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| Pieces of us that we leave in public
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| The scratches on my back, the shit look like addidas
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| She had me feinding used to hit when I would slip her digits
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| And now theres no one quite like you There’s no one quite like me
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| Put two & two together and we fuck on the nightly
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| Don’t worry bout the weather cool you down with some ice tea
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| You ain’t gotta fight me baby you just like me baby you just
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| Shorty ain’t no friend of mine no more
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| But every time that she drop down she so loyal
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| Head to H town southbound I go for ya
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| Scrapping shit that I wrote for ya
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| I don’t need, memories
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| Need more time, i need more time
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| I don’t need, memories
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| I need more time, i need more time
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| {Hook]
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| Shorty ain’t no friend of mine no more
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| But every time that she drop down she so loyal
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| Head to H town southbound
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| Ok ok yuh yuh aye aye yo
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| Give me my freedom or I dip
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| I be too young to live life like this
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| But when i grow up Imma have a bad bitch
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| And we gon' have a kid and I’ll love her to the end
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| And we could watch movies sip smoothies blow piff
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| And even with the groupies actin, I don’t notice
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| I’ll treat you like a king or a queen that is
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| And I’ll be loyal til the end til the end but til then, shit
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| It’s Miss or Mrs It don’t make no difference
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| Young man so gifted I could twist whatever
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| I swear shorty ain’t a friend but the head a blessing
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| Girl our love got me stressing 'bout my last text message
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| I want to beat it up as long as there’s a beating heart there
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| Up in the push & start, need more reclining in the armchair
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| With twelve knocking on my window telling me I can’t park there
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| I don’t need these memories but shit they all there
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| I don’t need, memories
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| Need more time, i need more time
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| I don’t need, memories
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| I need more time, i need more time
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| (What it is what it is now this that wild strawberries this that shit what this
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| that hol' up hold hol' up your bitch what)
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| Give me my freedom
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| Shorty ain’t no friend of mine no more
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| Give me my freedom
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| So loyal
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| Shorty |