| Don’t you love me? |
| You too cute to trust me, ayy
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| Brag and fuck me, what’s too high for Lucki? |
| Ayy
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| Nigga’s ducking, action, I got front seat
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| (Are you ready, kids?)
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| Ayy, woah, ayy, woah
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| Don’t you love me? |
| Ayy
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| Don’t you love me?
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| Baby, don’t you love me? |
| Ayy
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| Ayy, woah, ayy, ayy, woah, ayy, uh
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| Ayy, woah, ayy, woah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Don’t you love me? |
| You too cute to trust me, ayy
|
| Brag and fuck me, what’s too high for Lucki? |
| Ayy
|
| Nigga’s ducking, action, I got front seat, ayy
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| I sip Hi-Tech, my juice sweet like bubbly, ayy
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| Just for right now, don’t know you in public, ayy
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| I miss my town, niggas on that fuck shit, ayy
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| In a nightgown, Satan and her sister, ayy
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| In a nightgown, Satan and her sister, ayy
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| Nigga, pipe down, I don’t want your Mrs, ayy
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| She’s a Sprite gal, I’m stuck on purple kisses, ayy
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| Bitch, get off the past, mad 'bout what we didn’t, ayy
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| I know 'bout her frown, mad 'bout what he isn’t, ayy
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| My ho love Xans like them Broward bitches, ayy
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| You got no chance followin' your wishes, ayy
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| Don’t you love me?
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| You too cute to trust me, ayy
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| Don’t you love me? |
| Xan' didn’t make you fuck me
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| Ha, ayy, woah, don’t you love me? |
| Ayy
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| Ayy, woah, don’t you love me? |