| Told my baby mamma I’ma pay her back just for fuckin' with another nigga
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| I don’t give a fuck if we was broken up
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| Bitch, I’m petty, I ain’t fuckin' with ya
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| Bring my son around a nigga I ain’t met again
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| Bitch, now I snap your neck
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| Ya’ll can cancel me for saying what I said
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| I don’t give a fuck, suck a dick
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| Got a nigga in his feelings
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| I should probably see a shrink, uh
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| They like, «Damn J, you trippin' dawg»
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| Nah, I just probably need a drink, uh
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| I just probably need a bump, uh
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| Had to get it out the swamp, yeah
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| Been a dark aura in the city, uh
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| Got me ridin' with a punk, yeah
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| Lot of pressure, went back independent
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| Ain’t no major label, shit, it’s been a minute
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| It’s the bully Benton, bitch, I been a menace
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| I don’t leave the table 'til the dinner finished
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| Boujee bitches, they be too expensive
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| I just gave her dick and pull her hair extensions
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| Pull out tracks until her hair is missing
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| at the hair convention
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| We ain’t goin' back to being broke
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| My nigga forty, still selling dope
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| Nigga, it’s hard to fuck a stethoscope
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| I’m in her throat 'til her neck is broke
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| Mink coat, call it desert rose
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| Swingin' swords, I’m beheading hoes
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| Shake the Devil’s grip until he let us go
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| Never leave without it 'cause you never know
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| Told my baby mamma I’ma pay her back just for fuckin' with another nigga
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| I don’t give a fuck if we was broken up
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| Bitch, I’m petty, I ain’t fuckin' with ya
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| Bring my son around a nigga I ain’t met again
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| Bitch, now I snap your neck
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| Ya’ll can cancel me for saying what I said
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| I don’t give a fuck, suck a dick
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| Got a nigga in his feelings
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| I should probably see a shrink, uh
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| They like, «Damn J, you trippin' dawg»
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| Nah, I just probably need a drink, uh
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| I just probably need a bump, uh
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| Had to get it out the swamp, yeah
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| Been a dark aura in the city, uh
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| Got me ridin' with a punk, yeah
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| You know a nigga petty
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| My emotions be real and steady
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| Play it off like it don’t affect me
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| Let your feelings make shit that’s messy
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| Hard to trust, I think bitches sketchy
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| You know pressure can break a levy
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| All that bullshit just made me edgy
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| If you cross me, that may be deadly
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| Bitch, I’m OJ, I weigh machetes
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| I’m just jokin', it ain’t that heavy
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| Bitch, I did you wrong, you wanna pay me back?
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| You know you fuckin' with a maniac
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| I can’t control the way the pain react
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| It’s hard to sleep at night, a nigga can’t relax
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| I took my heart out and paint it black
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| When shit go left it’s hard to bring it back
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| But if my son around a sketch nigga I don’t trust
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| You know that shit gon' make me snap, bitch
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| Told my baby mamma I’ma pay her back just for fuckin' with another nigga
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| I don’t give a fuck if we was broken up
|
| Bitch, I’m petty, I ain’t fuckin' with ya
|
| Bring my son around a nigga I ain’t met again
|
| Bitch, now I snap your neck
|
| Ya’ll can cancel me for saying what I said
|
| I don’t give a fuck, suck a dick
|
| Got a nigga in his feelings
|
| I should probably see a shrink, uh
|
| They like, «Damn J, you trippin' dawg»
|
| Nah, I just probably need a drink, uh
|
| I just probably need a bump, uh
|
| Had to get it out the swamp, yeah
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| Been a dark aura in the city, uh
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| Got me ridin' with a punk, yeah |