| I don’t need violence standing, I won’t get changed on them
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| If you know the real me, you know the pain I hold in
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| You acting like I ain’t love you better than them
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| Bitch you acting like I ain’t treat you better
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| I put double Gs on your sweater
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| Anytime you call me for, it’s whatever
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| Your first flight, it was private, private jet
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| I had you running round, going skylit
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| And I don’t like to say what I did for nobody
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| When I put them wings on your jeans like you flying
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| How you finna turn on your nigga overnight
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| Random bitch want fucking with you baby, I won’t ride it
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| When a nigga wasn’t fucking with you niggas, I was sliding
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| Stepping on these niggas when these niggas be out of line
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| I see where your head at, now you simple-minded
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| Why you even think like that, you niggas bias
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| Why you had to lie?
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| Bitch I had you dripping custom and it ain’t no vinyl
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| Nigga I had you Christian, Louis Vuittons, dripped in designer
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| That ring come from me and I ain’t switch up on you either
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| It’s that fire
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| All of them niggas would break your heart look bitch I’d stay beside you
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| I don’t want it
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| Once I got that money I turned around and went Casandra, oh
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| I know you running through that fire, very deep
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| Thinking times’ll get expired, anything
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| I know you running with that fire everyday
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| Any nigga come and try you, let it spray
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| I know you running through that fire everyday
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| Thinking times’ll get expired, anything
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| I know you running with that fire everyday
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| Any nigga come and try you, let it spray
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| I know you running through that fire
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| You thinking your time will get expired, ayy
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| I know you running through that fire, oh
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| Any nigga come and try you, let it spray |