| I’m trynna ride out witcha
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| Feel the vibe out witcha
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| It’s supposed to get on the plane
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| I’m trynna hide out witcha, hhaaa
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| Yeah, you got me goin' crazy again
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| I love to light up witcha
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| Spend a night out witcha
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| That’s why I call you mine and all them other guys don’t get 'ya, hhaaa
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| When I’m not wit' you that shit makes me upset, yeah yea
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| I’m rememberin' the day we first met
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| The little ass dress that what’s made me obsessed
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| It’s kinda crazy, now to think it all started with a text
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| Man, I want her in my chest and the bottle on my breast, yeah
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| She used to the girl that I got nervous just to be around
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| And that’s the same person that taught me how to be myself
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| This late night got me thinkin' like that, yo
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| You get it then you keep it then you give right back, feel me
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| I used to be in the wrong place at the wrong time
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| Yeah, I went through all the heart break and the false lies
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| And that’s the reason my arms ache I was hogtied
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| Even diamonds gotta grind before they get the shine, so
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| Keep your eyes close and let your hair down
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| You ain’t gotta cry no more. |
| baby, I’m here now
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| I hope you know, no matter what I think you special but the way that ass look
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| in them jeans still drive me mental
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| I’m trynna ride out witcha
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| Feel the vibe out witcha
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| It’s supposed to get on the plane
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| I’m trynna hide out witcha, hhaaa
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| Yeah, you got me goin' crazy again
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| I love to light up witcha
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| Spend a night out witcha
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| That’s why I call you mine and all them other guys don’t get 'ya, hhaaa
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| When I’m not wit' you that shit makes me upset, yeah yea
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| I swear to God that I don’t care about these groupies
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| I’m just smokin' blunts with your music, play it out in hooptie, real shit
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| That why we smokin' to forget, we burn an ounce in the hour
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| We trynna hold it in our chest nooww, she’s real genuine
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| She don’t live with regrets, I respect it but I’m flexin'
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| Trynna go beneath the dress, white wine on the dress so we don’t focus on the
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| stress
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| We ain’t thinkin', we just drinkin' till there’s almost nothin' left
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| My last chick tried fuckin' with my head, I was literally sleepin' with a
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| monster under the bed
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| But not now, I found the one for me, so I’mma fuck with her because she fuck
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| with me, yeaahh
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| I’m trynna eat, we could go hit a steak-house, so fuck it
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| We could stay at home and order some take out
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| It don’t matter to me as long as I’m wit' you
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| 'Cause I’m in love wit you baby
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| What’s I gotta do?
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| I’m trynna ride out witcha
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| Feel the vibe out witcha
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| It’s supposed to get on the plane
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| I’m trynna hide out witcha, hhaaa
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| Yeah, you got me goin' crazy again
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| I love to light up witcha
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| Spend a night out witcha
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| That’s why I call you mine and all them other guys don’t get 'ya, hhaaa
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| When I’m not wit' you that shit makes me upset, yeah yea
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| Trynna ride out
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| Feel the vibe out
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| Hide out wit' ya, hhaa…
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| I love to light up
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| Spend a night out
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| Them other guys don’t get 'ya, hhaaa…
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| I’m trynna ride out, vibe out, hide out wit' ya, hhaaa…
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| I love to light up
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| Spend a night out
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| Them other guys don’t get 'ya, hhaaa… |