| Ooh, I got a plus sized model
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| But she my lil' mama
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| I make her bust it open for me like a piñata
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| And as the world turned, she was my spin doctor
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| 'Cause when I was down, you all got lost on me like Bin Laden
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| I know that times changed, I don’t think I’ve changed
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| I changed my mind a bunch of times, but that’s just mind games
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| Baby, stop playin' with me
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| Do I look like I’m playin' with you?
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| I was runnin' from myself, and that’s just who I ran into
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| Closed my eyes last night and had a dream I was dyin'
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| When I woke up, I was surprised, and I hate surprises
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| I hate to love, they love to hate, but when it’s all synchronizin'
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| It feel just like the flames have died up in this cold state of mind
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| Promethazine tranquilizers as I say my goodbyes
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| Paid them no mind, and as I wait for my receipt
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| I just got my face tatted and it felt orgasming
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| I got on a straightjacket, then it must be fashion week
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| I just look like this, ho, don’t be comparin' me
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| Shit is so embarrassing, low-key flattering
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| They’d rather battle royale, way before they battle me
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| Long live my skateboard and rest in peace to Adam Z
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| Motherfucker, stop playin' with me
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| Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me
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| Stop playin' with me, bitch, it’s been a long time
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| For a long time
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| Time sure flies but it’s on a long flight
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| No I don’t need air time 'cause I got hang time
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| You think it’s play time? |
| Well bitch, it’s game time
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| And you gon' stop playin' with me
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| Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me
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| Ooh, I’ve been feelin' like a killer since the diapers
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| I’ve been feelin' like a hitter since the minors
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| Sticky icky like a itsy bitsy spider
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| They say to be or not to be, bitch, I’m indecisive
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| I’m in the buildin' like the interior designer
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| You in your feelings like a bitch when she get her cycle
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| Ain’t that a bitch, ain’t that a bitch? |
| I’m yellin', «Please don’t wife her»
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| Dwayne Carter, niggas wanna be the DC sniper
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| Well, fuck it, I’m thuggin' on the low, I’m ballin' on the high
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| I’m fuckin' on the floor, she can crawl but can’t hide
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| I’m Bloodin' with my bros, goin' hard with my slimes
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| It ain’t nothin' to a GOAT but the roar of a lion
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| Jungle book, ho, it’s another book show
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| No car keys needed, button push, go
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| We gon' ghost ride in the whip, then she believe in ghosts
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| I’ma snowplow on that bitch until she freezin' cold
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| She gon' slope style on the dick until she eat the snow
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| Put my foot down in this bitch, these niggas twinkle toes
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| Nigga, sit down, you a bitch, I heard your seat unfold
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| Way up in the nosebleeds, hold your head back, squeeze your nose
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| Nigga, stop playin' with me
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| Stop playing with me
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| It’s been a long time, a long time
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| Long, long time since she loved me long time
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| Told her stop playin' with me
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| Stop playin' with me
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| No, I don’t need air time 'cause I got hang time
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| You think it’s play time? |
| Well then it’s game time
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| You gon' stop playin' with me
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| Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me
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| Stop playin' with me, bitch
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| Yes, I’ve been on time, for a long time
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| And time sure flies, but it’s on a long flight
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| And you gon' stop playin' with me, yeah |