| I’ve just seen your ass last week, but you weren’t there
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| It was a picture you sent somebody baby
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| Why should I care?
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| Cuz you told me you ain’t gon' be back
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| You said you fed up with my ass
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| And when I told you I don’t care
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| I didn’t mean that shit like that
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| Left the voicemail on your phone
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| And when you hear that shit hit me back
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| There was a question I had to ask
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| I thought we were niggas
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| I guess I’m wrong
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| I thought we were niggas girl
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| That’s all gone
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| I thought we were niggas
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| I guess I’m wrong
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| I thought we were niggas girl
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| That’s all gone
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| Kyle: Hey let me see where this guy’s at man
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| Zini: Yo
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| Kyle: Hey, hey Zini, what’s up man?
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| Zini: What’s good?
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| Kyle: Hey look, about that ten dollars bro, I, I.
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| Zini: You talkin' to a voicemail ha ha ha got that ass!
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| Kyle: Son of a bitch
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| Zini: This Zini phone call me back
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| Kyle: Fuck
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| I Just saw your ass last week
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| And we were both cool
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| Sold me a nickel and charged me fifteen dollas
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| That scale wasn’t true
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| And you text my girl behind my back
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| Even sold me that skimpy sack
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| Thirty bucks ain’t worth the gram
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| I barley smoke and I know that
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| I left a voicemail on your phone
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| Bro imma need about ten bucks back
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| There was a question I had to ask
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| I thought we were niggas
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| I guess I’m wrong
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| I thought we were niggas dawg
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| That’s all gone
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| I thought we were niggas
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| I guess I’m wrong
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| I thought we were niggas dawg
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| That’s all gone, that’s all gone, that’s all gone
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| That’s all gone, that’s all gone, that’s all gone
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| That’s all gone, that’s all gone, that’s all gone |