| My ex girl text tone was a custom
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| I heard the keys and I ain’t hesitate to touch 'em
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| Nowadays the same sound got me puffin' (with rage)
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| Knowing she was down for me for when I was nothin'
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| When I pull up on your bitch, I’m just stunting
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| Heart froze like a poker face I’m bluffing
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| Strung high turning nothing into something
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| Stubborn mind heart, moved but I ain’t budging (oh yeah)
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| Fuck my ex, I’m only dealing with the hoes
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| No love for 'em, you know how it goes
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| Yeah I gotta pollo loca that be screaming «vamanos!»
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| I got girls around the globe that be loving Giacomo (true)
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| D’USSÉ spilling, chilling with a couple of tens
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| I never catch feelings cause I never see them again
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| Dreaming 'bout millions spending it will all of my friends
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| Me be whippin' in a 'Rarri, put my mom in a Benz
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| I come through Versace slides man, they feeling the clout
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| I be hella fucking wavy, they all thought it’s a drought
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| Aye, be phenomenal or be forgotten
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| And if you ain’t got no haters bitch, then you ain’t poppin' (you ain’t poppin')
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| Late nights — boy I do this often
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| Me and OWeezy rolling blunts until we coughing
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| Sheesh! |
| And I ain’t even so-rry
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| Feeling like Kyrie screaming «you can’t guard me!»
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| HOOK:
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| My ex girl text tone was a custom
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| I heard the keys and I ain’t hesitate to touch 'em
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| Nowadays the same sound got me puffin' (with rage)
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| Knowing she was down for me for when I was nothin'
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| When I pull up on your bitch, I’m just stunting
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| Heart froze like a poker face I’m bluffing
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| Strung high turning nothing into something
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| Stubborn mind heart, moved but I ain’t budging (oh yeah)
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| Cuffin' season boy you got her on a leash
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| I’m on the glow now I got her in my sheets
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| Guess she the beauty cause I’m feelin' like a beast
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| Fuck her with my chain on told her «kiss the Jesus piece» (cheese)
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| Started not to care, rolling like a snare
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| Tryna hold me back I introduce you to my past and then I leave you there
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| You fooled me three times, so now I’m throwing peace signs
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| And leaving middle fingers in the air — yeah
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| 'Cause I told myself that I would love this bitch
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| Used to ride the bus and dream about when we were rich
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| Listing all the rides we would cop and the places we would shop
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| Rode our own wave until our love sink (shit)
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| Kinda crazy the lengths I would go for you
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| I cut all my side pieces off for you
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| Now I’m doing so much better I be stacking up the cheddar
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| But I still wanna blow it on you (and that’s the truth!)
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| HOOK:
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| My ex girl text tone was a custom
|
| I heard the keys and I ain’t hesitate to touch 'em
|
| Nowadays the same sound got me puffin' (with rage)
|
| Knowing she was down for me for when I was nothin'
|
| When I pull up on your bitch, I’m just stunting
|
| Heart froze like a poker face I’m bluffing
|
| Strung high turning nothing into something
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| Stubborn mind heart, moved but I ain’t budging (oh yeah) |