| Shit she keep swingin on the base all week
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| You know you got a better chance if you bunt it
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| She hit me up talkin bout how she wanna kick it
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| Girl you know its too fire better punt it
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| I heard every story, man I damn near know you
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| Typa' bitch have me in debt with myself
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| I heard every good playa fell for your tricks
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| I know what’s up your sleeve, man, I dealt em myself
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| Now I’m like, how could I let this bitch take everything I had
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| Like she divorced me and shit, and then I think
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| Where did she find my stash and why I even let the bitch in where I live?
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| And then I think xan xan xan, it’s a God damn shame
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| How it make me think out loud and shit
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| She already knew where the stash
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| Cause put it up on Gram I remember
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| Cause she liked that pic
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| And now I’m in denial, like, she ain’t do it
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| Man I probably jus lost it, a cross face killer
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| Damn and I knew it that bitch Chris Benoit’d me
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| Man I gotta kill her
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| She had me spent up, and I didn’t know she jacked it
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| Thought I was too right for this
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| Witch spell, I stand auto corrected
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| I know you probably work with the devil
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| And I know you probably got a good deal
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| But I probly couldn’t say this any better
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| Than to let me love you and get killed
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| I forget about shit real fast
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| And none of this shit never happened
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| But I can’t just be like the others and let you live knowing this shit happened
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| So just fly on your witch broom
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| And sweep this all away from my thoughts
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| Fly on your witch (broom) and sweep this all away from my thoughts
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| I tell you fly on your witch broom and you sweep this all away from my thoughts
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| All away from my thoughts
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| All away from my thoughts
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| It’s like you got my heart in my hand
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| And my drugs, there too
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| I might want to get one back
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| It’s like I wanna be in your life but I wanna end it too
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| Like how imma live off that?
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| I knew I saw snakes in the grass
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| I just let that shit grow
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| You did this all before
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| They just let that shit go
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| Racing for the gold, I forgot you sayin
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| Now you got me thinkin off track
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| I trip, I fell for all that
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| Should I trust you and fall back?
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| I’m still expectin you to call back
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| It’s like the women leave its all back
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| I say fuck her down and go forward
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| It’s nines all around like ghost stories
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| I popped two flats in both stories
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| Just let me know you ain’t no good
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| Let me know you ain’t no good x 4 (mix it with the xanny)
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| I know you probably work with the devil
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| And I know you probably got a good deal
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| But I probly couldn’t say this any better
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| Than to let me love you and get killed
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| I forget about shit real fast
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| And none of this shit never happened
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| But I can’t just be like the others and let you live knowing this shit happened
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| So just fly on your witch broom
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| And sweep this all away from my thoughts
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| Fly on your witch (broom) and sweep this all away from my thoughts
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| I tell you fly on your witch broom and you sweep this all away from my thoughts
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| All away from my thoughts
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| All away from my thoughts |