| We’ll now begin the push-up section, ready? |
| Begin
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| Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
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| Yeah, she playin' with my heart too much, I might end up dead
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| Never chase a bitch, 'cause I be countin' my bread
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| But she’s an evil fantasy, I’m feelin' like Freddie Dredd
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| Starin' at the ceiling while I lay in bed
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| I’m on my phone, thinkin' where she at, or where she went, like where you goin'?
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| everything, but I’m still on my own
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| Baby, please don’t ride around, the way I’m in my zone
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| Always it down, I’m set in stone, yuh
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| I got empty bottle cases, pissed off
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| Mad at me, 'cause I be on the girl’s favorite playlist
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| And lately I’ve been out here smokin' packs by the
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| I think I’m on the street, just backin' 10s
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| the bitch, fuck her like her husband do
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| Told her she a one and run, so don’t you get too comfortable
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| Money spent, I’m used to it, cashin' out on stupid shit
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| Living like a bachelor, I don’t even what
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| Okay, so you ain’t on shit, you don’t even know what profit is
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| This the first, and I was all in her esophagus
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| Go ahead and drop it baby, I could go and show you off |
| Bought her some designer just so she can go and take it off, huh
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| I’m a smooth criminal, just like Michael Jack, huh
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| Sellin' out shows, yeah, them dates is back to back, huh
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| Who the fuck that boy? |
| Dressin' black on black, huh
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| Bad bitch with me, you wouldn’t know to do it
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| Yeah, she playin' with my heart too much, I might end up dead
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| Never chase a bitch, 'cause I be countin' my bread
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| But she’s an evil fantasy, I’m feelin' like Freddie Dredd
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| Starin' at the ceiling while I lay in bed
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| I’m on my phone, thinkin' where she at, or where she went, like where you goin'?
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| everything, but I’m still on my own
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| Baby, please don’t ride around, the way I’m in my zone
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| Always it down, I’m set in stone, yuh |