| I can’t even trust my heat, 'cause sometimes that bitch jams
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| And everybody that I meet swear that they gon' hold it down
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| And every bitch I thought I loved took my heart and went crash
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| And every time I was away, she had dealings with the past
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| That’s exactly why
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| I ain’t trustin' no, no, no, no, no ho
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| I ain’t trustin' no, no, no, no, no ho
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| I ain’t trustin' no, no, no, no, no ho
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| I ain’t trustin' no, no, no, no, no ho
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| Millimeter time, three stripe Adidas time
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| Believe in God, I just beat a crime
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| What I’m doin', I won’t feed a dime
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| Mindin' my business in my leisure time
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| Heart cold, this time I’m keepin' mine
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| Keepin' mine, ayo, keepin' mine
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| Exotic, fine, sexy creature
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| Chocolate Easter Bunny, it ain’t Easter time
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| Fiji water, sip it like your wine
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| See sativa, he just holla…
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| Kevin Gates, all the way up
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| Like it’s money just to hit a line
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| Flashback, take it back a while
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| Bitch tellin' me to get a job
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| Now she askin' can she have a job
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| Askin' that to someone who enjoyed
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| Workin' for myself, I’m unemployed
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| Never fire, actin' with a rod
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| Big dog status on the yard
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| Bought a car to practice in a car
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| They grabbin' shit, my back against the wall
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| I love you, never had to get involved
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| Pull it off in traffic if I get the call
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| I just wanna ball, I said don’t we all?
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| I can’t even trust my heat, 'cause sometimes that bitch jams
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| And everybody that I meet swear that they gon' hold it down
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| And every bitch I thought I loved took my heart and went crash
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| And every time I was away, she had dealings with the past
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| That’s exactly why
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| I ain’t trustin' no, no, no, no, no ho
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| I ain’t trustin' no, no, no, no, no ho
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| I ain’t trustin' no, no, no, no, no ho
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| I ain’t trustin' no, no, no, no, no ho |