| Grinder on her nightstand
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| Stinker in her right hand
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| Lighter on her pillow
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| She like cigarillos
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| She can read the meter
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| On the scale, she can tell when a
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| Nigga tryna' short her
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| And keep a pill bottle in the
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| Pocket of the Louis bag that I bought her
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| We be watching netflix
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| She be making breakfast
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| Now we both got bloodshot
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| She said give me gunshot
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| And give me really good head
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| But won’t let me record her
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| Shawty get high, so do I
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| Easily go through a quarter
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| Damn, I swear this girl be
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| On another level (ah-ah)
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| She be going hard, ain’t
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| Nothing I can tell her (ah-ah)
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| And I know she ain’t tripping
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| I ain’t complaining, no
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| Whatever she do
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| I’m gon' let her
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| (she roll up, make everything better)
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| She freaks me (better)
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| She treats me (better)
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| Whatever she do, I’m gon' let her
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| (she roll up, make everything better)
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| I love, I love I love you
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| When she rolls up
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| First she let her hair up, then
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| She turn the air up
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| Open up her window
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| Let some fresh air in so
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| She be on the loud, on the cloud
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| Gotta air it out, don’t do no mid-grade
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| We can hit the quick trip real quick
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| Never no roaches in her ashtray
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| Damn, I swear this girl be
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| On another level (ah-ah)
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| She be going hard, ain’t
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| Nothing I can tell her (ah-ah)
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| And I know she ain’t tripping
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| I ain’t complaining, no
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| Whatever she do
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| I’m gon' let her
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| (she roll up, make everything better)
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| She freaks me (better)
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| She treats me (better)
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| Whatever she do, I’m gon' let her
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| (she roll up, make everything better)
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| Talent driven
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| When I asked her for the number
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| She gon' tell me she committed
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| But I notice that’s some
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| Bullshit, baby girl why you steady tripping?
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| Tripping over love and shit
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| When I get you alone I
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| Might hug a bit, or touch
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| A bit, no fuck the gift
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| Let a young nigga know
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| Right now
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| Head when I’m on the road
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| Pipe down
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| Funny how we both know
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| I put that pipe down, but
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| When we in the bed you make
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| No sound
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| You mke me a better me, a better me
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| Maybe we discuss over Hennessy
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| A-a-ashes and Hennessy
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| All over everything
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| Blunt going back and forth
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| Hit, pass
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| Weed smokey flavoring
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| All she can really taste
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| On the floor with her knees
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| On the pillow case
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| I give her what she desires
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| Cause she give me smoke and she
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| Give me fire
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| Damn, I swear this girl be
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| On another level (ah-ah)
|
| She be going hard, ain’t
|
| Nothing I can tell her (ah-ah)
|
| And I know she ain’t tripping
|
| I ain’t complaining, no
|
| Whatever she do
|
| I’m gon' let her
|
| (she roll up, make everything better)
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| She freaks me (better)
|
| She treats me (better)
|
| Whatever she do, I’m gon' let her
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| (she roll up, make everything better) |