| Walk in this shit with my crew, yeah
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| Now what these niggas gon' do, ha?
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| Stupid
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| Fucked up my shit, yeah I had hit the cleaners
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| Babe I got moves, yeah I’m just like Selena
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| I got a temper, I see you get eager
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| Look at my face, I look like a whole diva
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| Jump, stop, hit that shit
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| Like cool down, it’s my wrist
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| Like «Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah»
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| I just had a good day-ay-ay-ay
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| Aye
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| They use to throw me off of track, I can’t lose no more blessings
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| Used to stay up in the back, now ain’t no room to come second
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| Had to get it out the mud but I can’t bang with no birds
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| They bring food to the table but what do they serve?
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| They take my kindness for weakness, it ain’t no room to be trippin'
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| But if I let it slide once, they gone start all that slippin'
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| Yeah the vision stay tunneled, I don’t sense competition
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| Turn my L’s into M’s, money makin' a mission
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| Just another interlude, I put 'em right on the list
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| I don’t speak about the though, I like my tea from Swiss
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| Yeah they talk behind my back but to my face I’m sis
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| I told you when I throw shots, mami I do not miss
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| Jump, stop, hit that shit
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| Like cool down, it’s my wrist
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| Like «Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah»
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| I just had a good day-ay-ay-ay
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| (Everything on me is paid, yeah, yeah-yeah (Ooh))
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| Fucked up my shit, yeah I had hit the cleaners
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| Babe I got moves, yeah I’m just like Selena
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| (Everything on me is paid, yeah, yeah-yeah (Ooh))
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| I got a temper, I see you get eager
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| Look at my face, I look like a whole diva
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| I don’t know about you but in God we trust
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| I’ma talk about some things that I need to discuss
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| Demons tryna get a hold of, all of us
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| My ex on the other line «Was it love or lust?»
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| So I—
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| Know I can’t trust her if I don’t love her and I—
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| Thought they was my hitters, they was my brothers but they— Switch up on me,
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| they all under cover
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| I know if I feel this pain, they gon' have to all suffer
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| Tell 'em, take cover if they take mine, hit 'em—
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| In the dome cannot, waste time
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| If I ever lose then rewind
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| This protection for my soul, cannot say why
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| Fucked up my shit, yeah I had hit the cleaners
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| Babe I got moves, yeah I’m just like Selena
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| I got a temper, I see you get eager
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| Look at my face, I look like a whole diva
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| Jump, stop, hit that shit
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| Like cool down, it’s my wrist
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| Like «Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah»
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| I just had a good day-ay-ay-ay
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| Everything on me is paid, yeah, yeah-yeah (Ooh) |