| I thought you was smart ho
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| Why you ain’t play your part ho?
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| I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
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| I thought you was street my nigga
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| I thought you was killer
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| You say you gon' shoot me
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| Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
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| I’m gettin' real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
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| How you gon' beat a charge, puttin' your whole life on a blog
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| How you gon' suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
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| How you gon' go against the grain', I can’t fuck with you at all ho
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| I heard he like to subtweet, I guess he scared to at me
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| I’m hitting her from the back and she like fuck my baby daddy, yeah
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| Fuck his tied ass, fuck that nigga, he ain’t shit
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| Want me to stay in the house while he somewhere with that bitch, hold up
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| I’m a real nigga, I don’t pillow talk 'bout niggas
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| He heard rumors 'bout her fuckin' on that, he said he gon' kill her
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| I heard rumors he gon' spazz out if he ever see me with her
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| This no rumor, come the right way 'cause you now I keep my pistol, ayy
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| Why you gon' make a fake page and DM my bitch and tell her my business
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| How you gon' try to deny it, I know it was you, it wasn’t no witness
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| How you gon' say you my dog
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| But you fuckin' off with the enemy
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| How you gon' say you a man
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| But all in your feelings, you got some bitch tendencies
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| I thought you was smart ho
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| Why you ain’t play your part ho?
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| I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
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| I thought you was street my nigga
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| I thought you was killer
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| You say you gon' shoot me
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| Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
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| I’m gettin' real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
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| How you gon' beat a charge, puttin' your whole life on a blog
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| How you gon' suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
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| How you gon' go against the grain', I can’t fuck with you at all ho
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| How you gon' say you don’t care, tryna post shit to make me mad bitch
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| I had to cut you off, put you in the past like my last bitch
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| How you gon' say you gangster when you seen me in public and bitched up
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| But on the net talkin' tough
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| Gon' let her come and get you hit up, hey
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| Fake been a fold, never should I put the police in the business, never would I
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| Niggas talkin' crazy, I don’t let it faze me, why you mad? |
| I never understood
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| why
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| Bitter bitches on the internet tryna bash me, should I call the ho and spazz?
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| Or should I be green, play some get back with her
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| Fuck her friend, make her mad, ayy
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| Why you playin'? |
| if we don’t catch you we send shots at your mans
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| Have the clan pull up in vans and pop you like a xan
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| I thought she was smart, she couldn’t play her part
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| I had to pay her some'
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| Bitch you had Tiffany on the way, and was gon' put a new ass on you
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| I thought you was smart ho
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| Why you ain’t play your part ho?
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| I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
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| I thought you was street my nigga
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| I thought you was killer
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| You say you gon' shoot me
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| Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
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| I’m gettin' real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
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| How you gon' beat a charge, puttin' your whole life on a blog
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| How you gon' suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
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| How you gon' go against the grain', I can’t fuck with you at all ho |