| Oh, yeah
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| I ain’t hit you back and now you ovary-acting
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| Hate that shit with a passion, yeah
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| Have a little self respect, don’t want to put you on blast
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| But you should go 'head and practice
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| Shut the fuck up right now and let me breathe
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| Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing
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| Slow down, slow down, slow down
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| Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up
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| Quit hitting my phone, slow down
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| I ain’t hit you back, now you ovary-acting
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| I don’t play that elastic
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| You be like, «When we gon' fuck? |
| What we gon' do?»
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| You should try and quit asking, huh
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| You should shut the fuck up right now and let me be me
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| (Let me be, let me be)
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| Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing
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| People talk too much shit in my face
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| 'Round my back, on the phone
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| Ain’t been famous for a while but I’m still up in my zone
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| And I don’t usually smoke, but I’m high on sativa
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| There’s mugwort in my tea, I smell like heaven, I’m a diva
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| Bangin' Aaliyah so loud in my speaker that I cannot hear you, no, I’m gone
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| Don’t you be blowin' up my phone, I’m in a different time zone
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| Ever since a matter of time, all my girls is badder than nine
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| Hope to banish the debt
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| You hammered, you still don’t know how to handle your wine
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| That’s probably why you’re hittin' me more
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| Yeah, I’ve got a rule 'cause I’ve done this before
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| Just fuck 'em three times and don’t fuck 'em no more
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| 'Cause they just fall in love if you fuck 'em the fourth
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| Don’t get me wrong, I really like it when we’re vibin'
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| But when I’m in another city, shh, be quiet
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| Shut the fuck up right now and let me be me
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| Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing
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| Slow down, slow down, slow down
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| Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up
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| Quit hitting my phone, slow down
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| And I’ve been off the coke, I’ve been off the coke
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| I’ve been off this coke
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| Always ringing phone, always ringing phone
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| Always ringing phone
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| She constantly callin' my old bitch
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| Get up, be gone, and go home, bitch
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| Quit playin' with all of my phone, bitch
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| Switch numbers, even my wrong shit
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| These chicks, they cunnin'
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| Flip cities, she sticks, still on it
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| Switched whips, where wake, she saw it
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| This bitch on my ass, like a pair of my drawers
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| Any phone I ever own, she call it
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| She call me at 2, call me at 3
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| Check I’m a wakkeboi, fukk I gon' be
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| Wanna grab an eight ball, set your nigga free
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| Then she walk with a nose bleed on her blue jeans
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| Dumb bitch, dumb hoe
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| Don’t call my phone, go home
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| We jettin' out 'till we made it
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| Shut the fuck up complainin'
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| Shut the fuck up right now and let me be me
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| (Ayy, shut the fuck up bitch)
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| Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing
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| (It's true, but it’s simple)
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| Slow down, slow down, slow down
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| (Have a Xanny, SWOUP)
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| Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up
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| (Quit hittin' up my fuckin' phone)
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| Quit hitting my phone, slow down (SWOUP) |