| Yo, Night Lovell my nigga
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| I’m your fucking biggest motherfucking fan goddamn nigga
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| Yo, You have to call me fucking back nigga
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| We gotta make a mixtape nigga
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| I’m just kidding, but for real call me back
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| I wanna talk to yo ass nigga
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| Worldwide, I’m a young nigga
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| Stress so weak never thought I would deliver
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| The cold getting close so all my niggas gon' shiver
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| I’m a motherfucking king to the bitch when I’m with her
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| Momma’s boy, I’m a momma’s boy
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| Been hidin', the name’s Osama, boy
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| So close, can’t you smell the aroma, boy
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| I play alone but I really ain’t that kinda boy, yeah
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| I’m the type of kid that makes you
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| Think about your life
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| Type of kid to take your wife
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| Give no fucks, she’ll take my pipe, yeah
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| Co-sign, fuck a co-sign
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| All gaze, nigga, I’m the alumni
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| I’m a weird ass kid wearing tight ass pants
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| With a pink ass shirt and a bow tie
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| Got dreams that I be up in Osaka
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| Talk straight shit, I’m the light skin Flocka
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| Lovell, I see you found a bad ting at Caribana
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| Keep a straight face with a knife to my collar
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| Meet a Spanish bitch, say she like Americana
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| Hear that you a good girl, but I know you wanna
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| See I got fucked up thoughts, weird nigga with the plots
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| I’m the GOAT, see me eating with Obama
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| Soft ass nigga, with the plans being said
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| I ain’t all bad, just raised from the hell
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| Still don’t fuck with my fam, oh
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| I’ll cut your face, take yo Lambo, and roll
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| Thought you knew that
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| Thought you knew that
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| Thought you knew that
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| I thought you knew that
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| Thought you knew, yeah
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| Thought you knew, yeah
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| Thought you knew, yeah
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| Thought you.yeah.
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| I got a couple things to say
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| To the niggas that’ll diss for the day
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| I switch fast, don’t test my way
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| I’ma put you on blast for the shit you play
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| Been friends like so long
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| Meet a girl, then you act like a wasteman
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| Instagram is a killer, open up your eyes
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| Got a fake ass ho, that’s words from the wise
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| Out my way
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| You know I’ll be okay
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| You fake like every day
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| By the way, by the way
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| Your ting, she comin' my way
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| Got proof in what you gon' say
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| I shoot straight shots
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| With the words that I lay, nigga
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| Do you want to be something?
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| Baby, I’ll show you the light
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| Do you want to see something?
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| Baby, I’ll show you the knife
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| I will show you the knife
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| And everything that I’ve been hiding
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| Either you ride or you die
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| Baby, I’ll show you the light
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| I will show you the light
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| So cold
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| So cold now
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| You’re so gone now (you're so gone)
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| You’re so gone now (you're so gone)
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| I tried to find you, so damn long
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| Why you hiding, girl?
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| Fuck around, forget your name, spinnin' side to side
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| Spinnin' side to side, spinnin' side to side
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| Everybody knew (they know what happened last night)
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| Everybody knew (and they know that it would happen like that)
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| 4 in the morning you called me and you can’t even speak
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| (How you supposed to feel? How you supposed to feel?) |