| Nigga run up on me with the handgun
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| I might could stand one
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| They say when love comes around
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| Baby you could leave
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| I said baby you could leave
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| They say when love comes around I probably had missed it
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| If this the way it is it’s correct to assume I’ll end up
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| All alone
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| Probably with some other guy
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| Ain’t no needin' why
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| My pride won’t allow me to even try
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| Took one in the sleeve
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| Without you by my side it’s safe to say I’ll die
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| But baby you can leave
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| Took one in the sleeve
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| Without you by my side it’s safe to say I’ll die
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| But baby you can leave
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| This a fucked up scene, I’m mugged up mean
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| What the fuck you mean, this ain’t over
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| How you change over, holla game over
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| You tripping hard you ain’t sober
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| On banana boats how we came over
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| Designer stores, Michael Kors
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| No plain clothes without names on 'em
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| Your right wrist got my name on it
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| I’d be lying if I said I ain’t lonely
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| That nigga dead we ain’t homies
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| My pain growing that thang on me
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| Cocaine rover, mean range rover
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| Swang corners put aim on 'em
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| Kuh kuh and bang on 'em
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| Leave brains on 'em and stains on 'em
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| Get three grand for my main smoker
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| This game cold but I stayed focused
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| Bread winner chain on the head of the lame
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| He was here, but he ain’t, we steady rollin'
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| When the cam moving blam through
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| No shampoo hit head and shoulders
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| Never been in love I ain’t joking
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| Pass by your house on a late night
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| Bumping Swim Good by Frank Ocean
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| They say when love comes around I probably had missed it
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| If this the way it is it’s correct to assume I’ll end up
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| All alone
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| Probably with some other guy
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| Ain’t no needin' why
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| My pride won’t allow me to even try
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| Took one in the sleeve
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| Without you by my side it’s safe to say I’ll die
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| But baby you can leave
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| Took one in the sleeve
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| Without you by my side it’s safe to say I’ll die
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| But baby you can leave
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| Please don’t do this to me
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| I’m losing, I’m losing my sleep
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| Without you it’d be hard to smile
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| Like crackheads losing their teeth
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| Blew the national keep harassing cause you for me
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| Drew your name in class, professor asked, «Is this a new degree?»
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| Profusely in pursuit of something you reminded me of a society
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| Feel 'em slipping from sanity
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| Don’t eat enough, I’m rude no longer speak as much
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| Frequent find the reasons niggas stepping on my sneakers
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| Got me steaming I should beat 'em up
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| Or get beat up and say somebody made ugly
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| You don’t love me
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| So disgusted seeing couples coupled up in public hugging
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| Huffing, puffing, phone reluctant
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| You most likely call it stubborn
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| Kevin Gates mixtape motion picture
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| All or nothing
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| They say when love comes around I probably had missed it
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| If this the way it is it’s correct to assume I’ll end up
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| All alone
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| Probably with some other guy
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| Ain’t no needin' why
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| My pride won’t allow me to even try
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| Took one in the sleeve
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| Without you by my side it’s safe to say I’ll die
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| But baby you can leave
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| Took one in the sleeve
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| Without you by my side it’s safe to say I’ll die
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| But baby you can leave
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| And that’s how we comin' man
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| All through the mixtape
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| Versatility retarded
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| Make 'em believe, that’s what we doin' right now man
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| Turn it up, let’s go |