| You, you, you
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| Nah, nah, nah, nah
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| Oh I loved you back when you had the Honda
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| And you loved me when I lived with my momma
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| When we would sit and dream about the commas
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| And now we in the Bentley countin' commas
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| You loved me back when I had the Corolla (Skrr, skkr)
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| You taught me how to roll the marijuana (Smoke)
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| I loved you when you didn’t have a dollar
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| And that ain’t ever changin', bein' honest, woo
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| Rain or shine, baby, that’s my do or die
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| All mine, baby, that’s my do or die
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| That’s right, you know that’s my do or die
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| All mine, baby, that’s my do or die
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| I don’t want these bitches, I want commas, yeah
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| They don’t know the diffrence, had to holla, yeah
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| Sh call me her daddy, she know my daughter, yeah
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| She got priceless pussy, can’t pay dollar, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |