| The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before
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| The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before
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| Fuck you from the back, feel like I hit it before
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| And I asked you for some anus, like you ain’t did it before
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| Before me, I don’t care who was before me
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| Lonely, now you ain’t gotta be lonely
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| My baby,
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| I gravitated towards your love for the making
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| Baby, yeah yeah yeah, our marriage
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| Make sure you make a hundred M’s off cosmetics
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| When I decide to get you a ring I’m getting all carats
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| And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous
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| And when I do tell you I love you it don’t be small letters
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| And you gon' cuss a nigga out tryna fuck for some Margielas
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| I hate when you try to ignore me
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| They tried to say that you ain’t for me
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| I had to figure it out on my own
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| I had to take you on this journey
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| You got my heart screamin' uhuhuh mhmhmh
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| Stop movin' girl, I’m 'bout to cum
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| I changed your life from the ghetto
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| You got me screamin' falsetto
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| Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal
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| Love when you’re landing, see you at arrival
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| No label song wasn’t for you, I need a title
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| Done fuckin' these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal
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| She don’t care to be around my boys
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| You concealed to carry my heart like a
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| I don’t want no different hoes like Floe
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| Give you my last name, that’s Banks, like Lloyd
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| I’m holding you down
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| You’re so used to clowns
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| Pop up unannounced
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| Told me he a mouse
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| Told me don’t give him pounds
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| Told me he ain’t allowed
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| Told me he ain’t my crowd
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| It was true so I’m proud
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| Make me proud, make me proud
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| Make me proud, make me proud, baby |