| I can hold my liquor
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| But this man can’t handle his weed
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| Dark and lonely now
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| On Chicago, south of town
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| I’m on to Indiana
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| I heard it in the radio now
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| I can’t handle no liquor
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| But these bitches can’t handle me
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| I can’t control my niggas
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| And my niggas they can’t control me
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| You say you know me, my nigga
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| But you really just know the old me
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| Bitch, I’m back out my coma
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| Wakin' up on your sofa
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| When I park my Range Rover
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| Slightly scratch your Corolla
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| Okay, I smashed your Corolla
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| I’m hangin' on a hangover
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| Five years we been over
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| Ask me why I came over
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| One more hit and I can own ya
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| One more fuck and I can own ya
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| One cold night in October
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| Pussy had me floatin'
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| Feel like Deepak Chopra
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| Pussy had me dead
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| Might call 2Pac over
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| Yeezy’s all on your sofa
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| These the Red Octobers
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| Still ain’t learn me no manners
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| You love me when I ain’t sober
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| You love me when I’m hungover
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| Even when I blow doja
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| Then her auntie came over
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| Skinny bitch with no shoulders
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| Tellin' you that I’m bogus
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| Bitch, you don’t even know us
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| «Baby girl, he’s a loner»
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| «Baby girl, he’s a loner»
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| Late-night organ donor
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| After that, he disown ya
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| After that he’s just hopeless
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| Soul mates become soulless
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| «When it’s over it’s over»
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| And bitch, I’m back out my coma
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| Callin' up your uncle’s place
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| Shit’s all over the place
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| I don’t hear your phone
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| Ohhh, I wanna phone home
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| I can’t handle no liquor
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| But these bitches can’t handle me
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| I can’t control my niggas
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| And my niggas they can’t control me
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| You say you know me, my nigga
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| But you really just know the old me
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| I heard you need a new fad (A new girl)
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| I heard you need a new stack (A new girl)
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| I heard you need a new phone (A new girl)
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| I know your 'rents ain’t be home (A new girl)
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| Callin' up your uncle’s place
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| Shit’s all over the place
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| I don’t hear your phone
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| Ohhh, I wanna phone home |