| Girl I do the dash, I’m maneuvering
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| Wavy frames, I can’t see you, I’m the newer me
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| Your friend like me, watch her entertain my newer me
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| If your fans like me for your image, you a tool to me
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| Off some muddy, I’m with Sawbuck, He on skrrt skrrt
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| Supreme shawty, I am looking like a Lookbook
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| Do the dash, got em stashed, know how crooks look
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| Don’t care who you are, no passes boy your shit took
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| Man look, now I’m a newer me
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| Finesse the nigga he on joe line talking bout suing me
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| New phone, who dis? |
| Another newer me
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| This bitch talking bout call my phone, what you gone do for me?
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| Ain’t know I had the semi like the newer me
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| Geeking bitch, I’m in her face she still pursuing me
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| Three phones, One off, give out that number
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| I can’t talk, too busy, this my trap number
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| I think I missed my flight being a newer me
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| Another mood swing just when she thinks she’s used to me
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| Then I switch up with a newer me
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| Then I hit her with a newer me
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| Still finding newer mes
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| Newer me energy
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| Still finding newer me |