| Sign that, thanks for stealin' I’m a kill her
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| Swear I can’t love her, can’t trust her
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| I’d be a damn fool just to cuff her
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| Can’t love her, can’t trust her
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| Can’t love her, can’t trust her
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| Drop, Phantom,, Rolls
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| Tripped her out her panty hose
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| She heard Gucci Mane’s a dog (woof)
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| You know the way I handle hoes
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| All my hoes got bitches too
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| All my guns come with extensions
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| Girl who the fuck you talkin' to?
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| Better watch your tone and get out my business
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| She always home I’m always gone
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| Ho stick to me just like cologne
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| Kush, we still go off that strong
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| I smell like five pounds of
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| She won’t believe me, she won’t believe me
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| She don’t believe me, she don’t believe me
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| G-G-Gucci Mane be real and flexin'
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| I can buy thirty five SS’s
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| She call my phone I hit decline
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| And I ain’t fine with fuckin' textin'
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| Cold dirty world you better wear your boots
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| You know it’s hurtin' me to hurt you it hurts me too
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| I know I got a cold heart but baby not about you
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| I know I lie but if the shoe shines you lie too
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| My ride or die bitch she gone and I miss my boo
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| I ride by you in the coupe fuck I miss my roof
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| Can’t love her, can’t trust her (fuck that ho)
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| I swear that I can’t put no one above her (what)
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| That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
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| Sign that, thanks for stealin' I’m a kill her
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| Swear I can’t love her, can’t trust her
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| I’d be a damn fool just to cuff her
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| Can’t love her, can’t trust her
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| Can’t love her, can’t trust her
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| Who? |
| Rich Homie baby
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| First of all, I can’t trust no woman
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| So baby leave, all my bitches
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| Take off like Bessy Coleman
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| Bitch you freakin', niggas ain’t speakin'
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| Let them know this
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| Them niggas leachin', give me back
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| All my shit you owe me
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| That trigger squeezin', shootin'
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| At all these motherfuckers
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| Breakin' on polices, fuck dinner trays
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| Got three covers
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| Straight out them trenches
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| Me and my nigga workin' double
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| He love them millions
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| Know what the crazy thing is?
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| I hate I love 'em (I do)
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| Oh, me and Guwop straight up East Atlanta with it
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| Word around town? |
| (What's that?) Your new drop rented
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| (I know) I got loose knots in my denim (yeah)
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| And a shoe box full of binges (Rich Homie)
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| Two shots and I’m in 'em
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| Can’t love her, can’t trust her (fuck that ho)
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| I swear that I can’t put no one above her (what)
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| That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
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| Sign that, thanks for stealin' I’m a kill her
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| Swear I can’t love her, can’t trust her
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| I’d be a damn fool just to cuff her
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| Can’t love her, can’t trust her
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| Can’t love her, can’t trust her |