| Lord forgive me, I’m talking reckless
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| She from Philly, but her ass from Texas
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| Bad bitch, she gon' make me breakfast (x2)
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| Lord forgive me, I’m talking reckless
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| She hate me but she love my necklace
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| Bad bitch, she gon' make me breakfast (x2)
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| Eleven in the morning, chillin' with a Sarah
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| Might’ve been a Tara, didn’t really care-a
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| Know I had to roll up,
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| tap her on the shoulder
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| Bed over there but we slept on the sofa
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| Bed over there but we fucked in the cab ride back to the crib
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| That’s backwards and shit
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| She woke up horny, did a nigga laundry
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| Made a nigga breakfast, I was kinda hungry
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| She ain’t even eat though, said she on a diet
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| Pussy was a riot, how could I deny it?
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| So inspired, when I’m inside her
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| She a roughrider, never hold back, and she never too tired
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| Got no man but she could be lying, could be spying
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| Wanna be an actress, never really made it
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| But she still trying, she still trying
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| Ahem, with the bacon on the side
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| Friends with benefits cause she know what I provide
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| Got her in bed then I slid it inside, says she always loves it when I hit it
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| from the side
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| Besides, I ain’t never lied
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| On the way back home she blew me in her ride
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| First things first, let me tell you about the vibe
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| On point, I about died
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| Look, flippin' eggs her ass is twitching, cooking naked in the kitchen
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| Bro this verse it isn’t fiction,
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| I’m just feeding her addiction
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| Yeah, while she feeding me bacon, think it’ll never work out seeing she’s taken
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| Eating in the house of the dude she’s dating, that’s a lucky man
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| No I ain’t even hatin'
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| I state the facts, I stay relaxed
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| My bitch so bad, you will pay for that
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| We fucked till the sunset, fade to black
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| Wearing nothing but her heels and a Raider hat
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| She’s laid back, no makeup on, shawty still so fly
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| Cause my chick just fill my belly up, my bitch don’t kill my vibe
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| I like the way she stay by me, she weighs my weed
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| And she knows when I’m not myself, fake I. D
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| C’est la vie, that’s just life
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| She’s just right, does that dirt but she clean up nice
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| Smoke and sex, no regrets
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| Just this once I’ll be gone by lunch, damn |