| Let me be your 2am thoughts
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| Bitch I got the juice, I got the sauce
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| Plot against me? |
| Uh, Imma cut you off
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| The trigger sick (brrrt) Imma let it cough
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| Yeah I want
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| More money than I can spend
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| My momma in a Benz, only half a dozen friends
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| That be down until the end todo wanna see me win and I kill off all pretend
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| If you put up doors I treat you like my kicks and break em in
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| (Aye) Fucking with me is something that I don’t recommend
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| Once I turn up and I ball out I go harder than cement
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| With Versace slides my outfit lookin fresher than some mint
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| Solo Squad like the 6 God, looking for revenge (I'm never tense)
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| Started not to care, got too many bitches man I swear
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| Perfect derrière, long hair and a killer stare
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| (Aye) Come and fuck with me, bear witness to a prodigy
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| So many hands up in the air you’d thought it was a robbery
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| Cause honestly I could swear to you all like solemnly
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| Wannabes can sting but they get smoked like my broccoli
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| Product of my city, in my pouch like a wallaby
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| I spit it to you straight — they gon' whisper to you wobbly
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| You bet against me, then I bet that that’s a loss (and that’s your fault)
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| HOOK:
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| Let me be your 2am thoughts
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| Bitch I got the juice I got the sauce
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| Plot against me? |
| Uh, Imma cut you off
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| The trigger sick (brrrt) Imma let it cough (Solo Squad) (x2)
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| Painting pictures with a pen, dreamed of this since I was ten
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| Kick it like I’m Kung-Fu Kenny cause I’m in my element
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| We ain’t spoke in a while cause we both in denial
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| A book of what I wanna say to you is thicker than the testaments
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| Too many texts be typed late at night then I delete that shit
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| Blue dot with the Sprite, feeling right, yeah I need that shit
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| Comments on my 'gram from her man, I don’t read that shit
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| Your girl popped that pussy, damn right Imma eat that shit
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| Plot against me? |
| That’s a loss (that's a loss)
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| I guarantee that it comes at a cost (at a cost)
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| Best believe that I’m feeling like a boss (like a boss)
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| Sweet with the clout and I’m drippin from the sauce (wet)
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| HOOK:
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| Let me be your 2am thoughts
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| Bitch I got the juice I got the sauce
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| Plot against me? |
| Uh, Imma cut you off
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| The trigger sick (brrrt) Imma let it cough |