| You had the audacity to leave your menthol cigarettes on the kitchen floor
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| You know how much I hate you smoking
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| And your asthma always acting up at 4
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| You’re never really on my mind
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| I just think of you from time to time
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| Can finally say I’m sleeping well at night
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| Don’t need weed singing me a lullaby
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| I feel like I’m your mama
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| 'Cause it’s so damn hard just to please you
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| But now it’s not my problem
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| I got no more O. G Luv Kush for you, boo
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| I feel like I’m your mama
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| 'Cause it’s so damn hard just to please you
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| But now it’s not my problem
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| I got no more O. G Luv Kush for you, boo
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| I wanna see you do nothing but the best
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| But in order to do that, I think it would be best
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| If I leave you on seen, block you off everything
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| Stop imagining that ring
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| I stopped the excessive drinking
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| Hoping that I see you on the weekend
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| Going on my girl’s phone to check your timeline
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| Stalking all them bitches that liked your profile
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| Liked your profile
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| Not anymore
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| I feel like I’m your mama
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| 'Cause it’s so damn hard just to please you
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| But now it’s not my problem
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| I got no more O. G Luv Kush for you, boo
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| I feel like I’m your mama
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| 'Cause it’s so damn hard just to please you
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| But now it’s not my problem
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| I got no more O. G Luv Kush for you, boo
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| Luv Kush for you boo
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| No, you ain’t that cool
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| And your breath smell like doo-doo
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| So hard to please you, boy bye
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| I got no more O. G Luv Kush for you
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| Boy bye |