| No, I don’t want to love no more
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| Learned all these hoes just gon' come and go
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| All I need is guap when I’m alone
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| Rather keep my Glock and never trust a soul
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| No, I don’t want to love no more
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| Learned all these hoes just gon' come and go
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| All I need is guap when I’m alone
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| Rather keep my Glock and never trust a soul
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| Can you see me?
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| Yeah, I make a bitch wonder, Stevie
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| Is he really getting commas? |
| Could he be?
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| Dripped up in designer easy
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| Ride on a fuck nigga like cement
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| Slide on a fuck nigga like Heelies
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| I’m totin' that rod no matter the weather
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| I keep an umbrella like RiRi, uh
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| Beefin' 'bout a bitch, he lame, he tellin'
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| Fuck the whole gang for some fame, she did it
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| How the bop bitch keep sayin' I’m trippin'?
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| Rock Dolce &Gabbana, no lace, you killin'
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| In my own lane, V8, no switchin'
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| This a dirty game, you ain’t playin' with beginners
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| Jumped in the water, he say he swimmin'
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| Smiley8 keep the rod, go fishing, yeah
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| Niggas mad at me 'cause they niggas dead
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| I don’t give a fuck, I don’t feel 'em, yeah
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| Put my heart on rocks, got me sippin' on red
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| I been gettin' money, ain’t been gettin' no rest
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| I love bein' out, I just wanna go in
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| Lately, I been sipping on Henn'
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| At the top, it get lonely
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| 'Cause at the top, it ain’t really no friends
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| No, I don’t want to love no more
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| Learned all these hoes just gon' come and go
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| All I need is guap when I’m alone
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| Rather keep my Glock and never trust a soul
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| No, I don’t want to love no more
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| Learned all these hoes just gon' come and go
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| All I need is guap when I’m alone
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| Rather keep my Glock and never trust a soul
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| Picture me walking 'round with my hand out
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| Even when I was on my dick, I ain’t stand down
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| I ain’t savin' no bitch, I don’t care now
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| If she wanna be a ho, let her be a ho
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| When the smoke go up, it get aired out
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| All they see a nigga up, they wan' be here now
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| When I was on the ground, store was your whereabouts
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| You don’t even know, nigga, I don’t even know
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| Oh, hollows in my clip explode
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| Three-story house how a nigga switch floors
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| Mama know I sip lean, say it’s killin' me more
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| Drop dick on the bean, got her feelin' me more
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| How Hot got a Glock everywhere that he go?
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| Five shots, can’t let a nigga play with me, no
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| Spray a whole clip, then sit there and reload
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| Thought his wrongs were his rights, he don’t never see wrong, yeah
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| Hotboii everywhere, he don’t never be 'lone (I can go from A to Z)
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| Let 'em shine for a minute, knew it wouldn’t be long, ayy (Put an end to that
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| shit real quick)
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| Ayy, we ain’t shop when I was in, thought you wanted me gone, ayy (Shit,
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| I thought you wanted me gone)
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| Cut the fan on (Lady) |