| You already knew what it was
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| You already know what it is
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| Now she wanna fuck 'cause I’m up
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| Now she wanna fuck 'cause I’m lit
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| I told you, we get high as fuck
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| I got your bitch off a G6
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| She fallin' for me and you fallin' for her
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| I fuck on these bitches, I can’t fall in love, yeah
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| I fuck on these bitches, I can’t fall in love
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| Don’t fuck with these niggas, I give 'em a
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| They askin' me «Why?» |
| I give 'em a
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| He claimin' he gang, but that boy a dub
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| Talk down on my name, we sending 'em slugs
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| I rock Helmut Lang, I’m swaggin' it up
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| I fucked on your bae and she don’t give a fuck about it
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| These niggas just talk, they ain’t 'bout it
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| They be slippin', they ain’t really slidin'
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| Yeah, she sippin' codeine really rapid
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| I swear, everything I do exotic
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| I swear, everything I do, these niggas know 'bout it
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| I go to the bank, I make a deposit
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| He broke and he stank, yeah, he ain’t about it
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| I can’t remember shit, I was off molly
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| I’m rollin', I’m rollin', I can’t feel my body
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| These bitches be hard, these bitches be sloppy
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| With me, yeah, she going, she emptied your pockets
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| You bought her Chanel and I bought her some Takis
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| You bought her a bag, I bought her some chips
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| Either way I’m goin', your bitch gettin' flipped
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| You still let her let me fuck off the rip
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| FN Five-seveN, came with a grip
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| If it’s a problem, shoot him in his lip
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| Raf Simons shirt, check out my drip
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| Your bitch a flirt, fuck and then dip
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| I don’t want her, I want a zip
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| Shoutout my plug, he get a tip
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| These niggas be scrubs, these niggas ain’t built
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| They ain’t nothin' like us, these niggas ain’t real
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| If it go down, we know you gon' spill
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| I’m pourin' up lean, I’m crackin' the seal |