| Don’t wear your best shit, nah
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| You come to me, I’ma rip that shit off
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| You come to me, I’ma leave my mark
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| On that fuckin' body, I’ma leave my art, yeah
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| Sweatin' out the pain and the anger
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| The danger make you feel alive
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| And baby, I’ma take ya
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| About ten seconds from the afterlife
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| Crashing on me, your every breath
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| With my hands wrapped around your neck
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| And every time you cum it’s like a little death
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| Little death, every time you cum it’s like a little death
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| And I’ma give it to you like I mothafuckin' hate you (Like I hate you)
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| I’ma give it to you like I mothafuckin' hate you
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| That’s how you like it, that’s how you like it
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| That’s why you’re my bitch, that’s why you’re mine
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| Fuckin' with me, you gon' need a safe word
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| Fuckin' witcha, I’ma get a rug burn
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| I be in the hills at the swingers
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| Parties with actors and singers
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| I’ma paint my face with you, yeah
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| I’ma put my hate in you
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| Oh, you look good covered in me
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| Your body NC-15
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| Crashing on me, your every breath
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| With my hands wrapped around your neck
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| And every time you cum it’s like a little death
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| Little death, every time you cum it’s like a little death
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| And I’ma give it to you like I mothafuckin' hate you (Like I hate you)
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| I’ma give it to you like I mothafuckin' hate you
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| That’s how you like it, that’s how you like it
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| That’s why you’re my bitch, that’s why you’re mine
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| Like I hate you
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| Like I hate you
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| That’s how you like it |