| My shawty always tripping, she don’t wanna let me do me
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| I’mma hit this club, live it up
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| Baby say bye-bye
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| I just tell my bitch bye-bye
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| I just left my girlfriend, give me high five
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| Hit the club, get a mai tai
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| Keep trying to facetime, got no wifi
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| She at the crib watching Sy-Fy
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| I’m at the club with my niggas getting high high
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| Crack a bitch like a motherfucker, why lie?
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| Crawl in front, give a fuck if she ride by
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| Cause I’m finally single
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| Have a toast, I can finally mingle
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| Tryna get back with me tho', better luck playing bingo
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| Finally single (x2)
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| Finally
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| Finally single (x3)
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| I’m single as a dollar bill
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| Hit the club just to see if a nigga got it, still
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| Messing bad bitches, they in college still
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| Tequila shots dissapear like Copperfield
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| Turnt up, yeah, they turnt up
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| Hangover in the morning can’t hurt much
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| We get dumb drunk, they lift shirts up
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| Say fuck it, cause my ex wasn’t worth much (yeah)
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| Cause I’m finally single
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| Have a toast, I can finally mingle
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| Tryna get back with me tho', better luck playing bingo (uh)
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| Ain’t gon' lie
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| You doing hella shit, goodbye
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| You steady hitting my line (pshh)
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| I got a hundred bitches on line
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| If you see me in a party, do not bother
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| Got too many bitches on me, on my momma |