| Yeah, yeah
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| Internet Money, bitch
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| Hahaha, Nick, you’re stupid
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| Yeah
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| When I’m gone, please don’t tell me that you love and you miss a nigga
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| Don’t play my songs 'cause when I’m around, you didn’t fuck with a nigga
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| And I know I’m wrong
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| I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
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| You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
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| Bitch, I’m Tecca, I know I’m the better nigga
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| Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
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| Bad little light skin, J Lo
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| I need a drink, Faygo
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| And I know she wan' fuck, she won’t say no
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| And I really want her but she play though
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| And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
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| I know they gon' hate, I don’t care what they say though
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| Say though, say though, say though
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| Bitch, I got bands, I know they plottin' on me, yeah
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| She need me like a drug, but she think she’d OD, yeah
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| Lil' baby, I fuck with you
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| I hope that I don’t fall in love with you
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| And if that happen then I’m dubbin' you
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| 'Cause I cannot fuck with the cuffin' too, yeah-yeah
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| When I’m gone, please don’t tell me that you love and you miss a nigga
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| Don’t play my songs 'cause when I’m around, you didn’t fuck with a nigga
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| And I know I’m wrong
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| I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
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| You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
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| Bitch, I’m Tecca, I know I’m the better nigga
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| Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
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| Bad little light skin, J Lo
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| I need a drink, Faygo
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| And I know she wan' fuck, she won’t say no
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| And I really want her but she play though
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| And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
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| I know they gon' hate, I don’t care what they say though
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| Say though, say though, say though
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| Hate me in public and love me in private
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| One day I’ma be on an island
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| One day I’ma own an island
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| That shawty a ho, she wildin'
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| I’m Tecca Romani, bitch
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| I got the drip, don’t need a stylist
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| I walk in the spot, see like ten bad hoes, who the wildest?
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| You know what I is, bitch, you want me, yeah
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| Bitches used to called me ugly, yeah
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| I turned to Tecca, I got money, yeah
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| You stupid or stupid? |
| You dummy, yeah
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| I got to keep it a hundred, yeah
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| Keep it a hundred, yeah
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| Keep it a hundred, yeah
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| Keep it a hundred, yeah
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| I can’t take vacations, vacations
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| They say «Tec', you made it,» don’t say congratulations
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| Support me now but you late, yeah
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| 'Member niggas that used to hate, yeah
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| Niggas always gon' hate, yeah
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| Niggas always gon' hate, yeah
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| When I’m gone, please don’t tell me that you love and you miss a nigga
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| Don’t play my songs 'cause when I’m around, you didn’t fuck with a nigga
|
| And I know I’m wrong
|
| I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
|
| You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
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| Bitch, I’m Tecca, I know I’m the better nigga
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| Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
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| Bad little light skin, J Lo
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| I need a drink, Faygo
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| And I know she wan' fuck, she won’t say no
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| And I really want her but she play though
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| And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
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| I know they gon' hate, I don’t care what they say though
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| Say though, say though, say though
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| Say though, say though
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| Say though |