| Yeah, we fuck today
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| We fight tomorrow then we fuck again
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| I fuck her homie, she find out
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| And then she fuck my man
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| Then I hit her and I tell her she a piece of shit
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| Then she call the cops and say
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| «You always make me sick»
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| Then we fuck again, we make it up
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| And then we’re back to where we used to be
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| And usually, it take like two or three
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| Sometimes it last a week
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| Then we fight again, then I fuck her friend
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| This cycle never ends
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| That same little nigga yelling out that west side
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| Was that same motherfucker in that drive-by
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| West side till I motherfucking D-ie
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| East side get the love when I get high
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| Pop bottles and I forget you even exist
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| Rarely at the cathedral, throw up the Panther fist
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| Baby girl doing better with a star now
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| When I’m so deep in her pussy
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| Make a star child
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| Sober kids with sober thoughts
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| And it’s ok cause baby, I got what you want
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| Sober kids with sober thoughts
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| And it’s ok cause baby, I got what you want
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| Good music, I got that
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| Good head, I got that
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| Sweet chains, we got that
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| Want beef, I’m 'bout that
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| Good music, I got that
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| Good head, I got that
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| Sweet chains, we got that
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| Want beef, I’m 'bout that
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| Been thinking about getting this tat all on my face
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| Who gives a fuck, nobody get to see me anyway
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| My uncle hears this shit, and he probably be mortified
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| I’m only 20 years old, sounding like I’m 45
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| Sweet lullabies and lies is what can keep the drive
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| And when I finally get a car I didn’t steal it, I’m riding thighs
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| In panty skirts and denim dresses, all the finest linen
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| And the highest fabric backseat, steady rattling, I’m an addict for you
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| Such a passion for you, never asked for much
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| Except a little loyalty, some head, and Actavis
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| Swear it’s bad for us but I don’t give a fuck
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| Addiction is the purest way of love that will enhance in us
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| Drink driving, drunk driving, Foamposites, autopilot
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| Coin wallet, we hiding
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| Heavenly Father, don’t be mad at me
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| You may not come when I want You
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| But You’re right on time
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| Sober kids with sober thoughts
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| And it’s ok cause baby, I got what you want
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| Sober kids with sober thoughts
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| And it’s ok cause baby, I got what you want
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| Good music, I got that
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| Good head, I got that
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| Sweet chains, we got that
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| Want beef, I’m 'bout that
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| Good music, I got that
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| Good head, I got that
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| Sweet chains, we got that
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| Want beef, I’m 'bout that
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| I got that
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| I got that
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| We got that
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| I’m 'bout that
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| I got that
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| I got that |