| She like, «we gon' see each other today?»
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| I’m like, «yeah for sure that»
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| See we duck off and we fuck off but nobody know that
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| Got my name saved in her phone as a bitch name
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| Play your cards smart bitch, a super freak like Rick James
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| Quiet, stay low key and fuck, we go by them laws
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| I’m hitting her from the rear while she ignore her nigga’s calls
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| Ooh she wrong, but who am I to care?
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| We smash and we out of there
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| Shawty erase my calls, erase my texts out her phone
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| She get me out of there
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| She tell me how she sick of dude
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| I tell her how my bitch trippin'
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| She like he won’t let her out the house and she tryna get with me
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| Old square ass nigga
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| Always care ass nigga
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| You the type to beat her up and pull her hair ass nigga
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| I’m the type to smash on her, pull her hair ass nigga
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| After we done I get it fixed ‘cause I’m a fair ass nigga
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| She don’t know my mother
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| She fuck with my brothers
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| We just be linking up and fucking
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| We keep it gutter
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| We fuck with no rubber
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| We be on top of covers
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| She got a nigga and I got a bitch
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| We don’t tell on each other
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| Nah we ain’t together, nah we ain’t a couple
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| Don’t know what to call it
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| She call my phone like she my main bitch
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| I don’t know what to call it
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| Leave from with you and come pull up on me
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| I don’t know what to call it
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| When we fuck we do our own positions
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| I don’t know what to call it
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| I pick up my phone whenever she call it
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| I don’t know what to call it but I fuck with shawty
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| She know we gotta keep this shit here on the low
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| Can’t let my bitch know ‘cause I’m stuck with shawty
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| When we be texting she send emojis
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| Water emoji, tongue lick emoji
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| Hit her back with the purple dick emoji
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| I’m like where you at, aye let’s get emoji
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| She tell me ‘bout her problems at the house
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| How she with the nigga, she don’t love him
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| How he want to but she don’t fuck him
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| All lovey dovey, tryna cuddle
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| But she don’t want that, she want you to fuck her rough
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| Like you do a car, tune her up
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| Face down, ass up
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| Smack her on it
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| She want you to toot it up
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| Tellin' me how she really a fan of me
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| She listen to my shit all day
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| I’m like where you at? |
| she like on my way
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| ‘bout to eat the dick in the car broad day
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| We just fuck each other, we don’t love each other
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| Feelings, we don’t get into ‘em
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| We be coolin' and we be kicking it
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| I don’t know what to call what we doin'
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| She don’t know my mother
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| She fuck with my brothers
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| We just be linking up and fucking
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| We keep it gutter
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| We fuck with no rubber
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| We be on top of covers
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| She got a nigga and I got a bitch
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| We don’t tell on each other
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| Nah we ain’t together, nah we ain’t a couple
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| Don’t know what to call it
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| She call my phone like she my main bitch
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| I don’t know what to call it
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| Leave from what you and come pull up on me
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| I don’t know what to call it
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| When we fuck we do our own positions
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| I don’t know what to call it |