| Aye Nina
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| Yeah
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| Uh, you mind if I play something for you?
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| N-no, not at all
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
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| You know
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| For real, for real
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| I can’t play these games with all these bitches inside my phone
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| LA to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones
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| Hit it from the back, side note
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| Cover her mouth, high note
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| I can’t play these, uh uh
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| I can’t play these, uh uh
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| I can’t play these games with all these bitches inside my phone
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| LA to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones
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| Hit it from the back, side note
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| Cover her mouth, high note
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| I can’t play these, uh uh
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| I can’t play these, uh uh
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| Yeah, JLF don’t bother nobody
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| Tiger Woods can’t nobody
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| Told the judge I got ten in the club
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| And they all got abs, can’t pardon nobody
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| Got tats, got scars on my body
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| Got keys to the chopper in that lobby
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| Who the fuck brought a- aye
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| Who the fuck brought a stick in that lobby
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| Text me a pic she don’t post on the gram
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| She the shit, god damn
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| Had a nigga way back, she don’t fuck with that man
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| Cause that nigga old news
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| Plenty hoes wanna go put girls on the kid
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| But the don’t bruise
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| Ok, alright, say the word, and I’m gone with it
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| Yeah I’m gone with it now, late night
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| Hoes in the crib and I hope they play nice
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| Shit, if you love me, I pray you don’t switch
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| Man, if you love me, I pray you don’t ditch, shit
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| This shit, this shit, this shit too smooth like a old nigga
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| Play it, they ain’t even know I can’t fold, nigga
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| JLF still coming out the cold, nigga
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| No mama ain’t raise no hoe, nigga
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| Ludacris,
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| Can’t put a price tag on my soul, nigga
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| Can’t hide what a heart won’t show, nigga
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| Put 15K in the back to a ting, and he fell for it
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| That’s 15K for a backdoor, take no shells for it
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| For real
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| I can’t play these games with all these bitches inside my phone
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| LA to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones
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| Hit it from the back, side note
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| Cover her mouth, high note
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| I can’t play these, uh uh
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| I can’t play these, uh uh
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| I can’t play these games with all these bitches inside my phone
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| LA to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones
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| Hit it from the back, side note
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| Cover her mouth, high note
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| I can’t play these, uh uh
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| I can’t play these, uh uh
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| Your love will be the death of me
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| Especially since you bring out the best of me
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| You know detachment’s been my specialty
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| And it’s been, um, weighing on me mentally
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| Mentally
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| I’ve got images of you cemented in my memory
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| I apologize for all the times I used your heart as my accessory
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| Everything that’s meant from me, is
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| Even when I fail successfully
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| I can’t play these games with-I can’t-I can’t
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| Inside my phone
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| LA to Toronto, she wanna-she wanna
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| Different time zones
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| Hit it from the back-Hit-Hit it from the back
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| Cover her mouth-C-Cover her mouth
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| I can’t play these
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| I can’t-I can’t
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| I can’t play these games with all these b-b-b-b
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| Inside my phone
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| LA to LA to LA
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| Fight in different time zones
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| Hit it from the back, side note
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| Cover her-Cover her
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| No, I can’t play these
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| I-I play these
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| Oooh, shit |