| I like this song
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| We love you, Tecca
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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| I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
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| Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
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| And you fell in love, so sad
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| You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
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| He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
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| I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
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| They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin' polar
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| Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar
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| And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater
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| Ain’t believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her
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| Remember when I wanna link, they ain’t wanna show up
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| Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin' up
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| Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain’t popular
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| Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin' pop with us
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| Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain’t pop with us?
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| And I remember all them times they ain’t fuck with us
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| Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
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| I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin
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| Boy, you beggin' for attention, you ain’t really poppin'
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| And you can’t hang with the gang, you ain’t really gon' pop shit
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| And practice makes perfect, so the star, had to polish
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| And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I’m rockin'
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| If he talkin' bullshit, I don’t even know why you talkin'
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| All these niggas gon' be fake, real man, I know how to start it
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| I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
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| Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
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| And you fell in love, so sad
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| You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
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| He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
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| I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
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| They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin' polar
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| Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar
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| And you fell in love, that’s your fault
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| Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks
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| And she showin' off her parts, he get smoked like a cart
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| And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche
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| That’s like cryin' on a horse, your nigga a dork
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| I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford
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| And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage
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| That’s an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it
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| I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
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| Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
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| And you fell in love, so sad
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| You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
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| He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
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| I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
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| They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin' polar
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| Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar |