| Now I know the only compass that I need
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| Is the one, that leads back to you
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| And I know the only compass that I need
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| Is the one, that leads back to you
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| She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
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| She ride me like a drive by, I’m real these niggas Sci-Fi
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| But that’s neither here nor there
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| She been contemplating short hair
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| She said she tryna be different
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| But she just like the rest of these bitches
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| But that’s neither here nor there
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| And my dick is her chair
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| It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software
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| Got so many hoes, I’m ho’in, but she the only one worth knowin'
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| And yeah I do my dirt, but that’s for the flowers to grow in
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| I ain’t trippin', but she be trippin'
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| They ain’t got shit on me, but she keep sniffin'
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| Look girl, just gimme that brain, and I’ll return the favor
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| Them hoes say I’m a dog, but how come I don’t chase 'em
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| I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up
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| I just wanted some time, she say «okay I’m ya honor»
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| But she been wantin' to break up, since Dolce and Gabbana
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| All that ass I just be like come sit yo groceries on my counter
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| I drink tea, she drink wine, call it Tijuana
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| I dyin' to meet a girl, but she want me to meet her momma
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| Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. |
| 9
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| The weed is funky, but I’m smelling fine
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| Tunechi
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| Now I know the only compass that I need
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| Is the one, that leads back to you
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| And I know the only compass that I need
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| Is the one, that leads back to you
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| I got that shit in my system
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| Somebody gon' be my victim
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| Eh, so where you at wit' it
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| Cause I can’t do it by myself, I need an ass-istant
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| I got that good good, that get right
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| That early morning, that midnight
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| I beat it up, like a fist fight
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| One, two, three, four, five, six nights
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| That dick all in yo windpipe
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| Some of her friends I dislike
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| Some of yo friends, they alright
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| Sometimes I think y’all all dykes
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| But fuck all that, I’m on one
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| Don’t wanna be with the wrong one
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| That cold head, that warm tongue
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| My third leg run marathons
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| I feel you like I’m blind girl
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| Can’t you see, it’s meant to be
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| So come to me, then come for me
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| My game cold, one degree
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| I’m rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company
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| One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee
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| I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps
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| No redlights, no stop signs, just get to Lil Tunechi
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| Now I know the only compass that I need
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| Is the one, that leads back to you
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| And I know the only compass that I need
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| Is the one, that leads back to you
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| Should I call somebody else?
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| Cause girl it’s almost twelve, and this dick won’t suck itself
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| Girl you know it need some help, it’ll make a nigga’s day
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| If you said you on your way, yeah
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| Should I call somebody else?
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| Cause girl it’s almost twelve, and this dick won’t suck itself
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| Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga’s day
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| I just hope you know the way
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| And she said
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| Now I know the only compass that I need
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| Is the one, that leads back to you
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| And I know the only compass that I need
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| Is the one, that leads back to you |