| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Hate me then take me then tell me I’m
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| Sleep with me, talk to me, we have no soul
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| Fuck with me, fly with me, hating
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| Spit on me, stand on me, you know I’m
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| , she my angel
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| Ice and cold while she talking
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| Wake me up, shake my arms, this can’t be real
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| Dance with me, fight with me, that’s just the deal
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| Fly with me, on me, scream with me, die for me
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| Barely closes the seal
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Dripping in Garçon, I got the gas on me
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| I got the cash on me, I keep a pack on me
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| Don’t ask for a feature 'cause I’m 'bout to pass on it
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| I’m 'bout to cash out, got a woman to dive into
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| I’m 'bout to pass out
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| I’m 'bout to ask out a Romanian bitch
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| And you don’t know what’s up
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| See me sip when I’m swervin'
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| All these bitches I’m curvin'
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| Hope these bitches be learnin'
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| All this shit is rehearsing
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| I put the money on top
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| Bitch, I’m the cream of the crop
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| Bitches be queen with me on top
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| Like Ripley’s Believe It or Not!
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| And bitches believe it or not, huh
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| 'Cause you need to go, don’t need no closure
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| Put on your clothes, keep your composure
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| You need to go, don’t need no closure
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| Put on your clothes, keep your composure |