| Good girls stay home
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| And keep they fingers on they phone
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| Cause they all friends with some bad girls
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| And they never go to bed on they own
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| Cause it ain’t no strings with that ass
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| Ain’t no wedding ring for that ass
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| But if we talking tight clothes or a white robe
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| I might put some wings on that ass (shit)
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| Angel shit, I came fast
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| Sacrifice all religion and praise her
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| Sacrifice all religion and praise her
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| Sacrifice all religion and praise her
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| You got a different ring tone for your mamma
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| Don’t you?
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| But you never answer when she calls
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| You just out here in the streets
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| Doing damage with your dawgs
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| Pretty lady in a day, turned a savage in the dark
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| Sunglasses and some advil
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| Fake jewelry but the ass real
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| Bee stings from a bumble bee
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| Booty big enough to keep her company
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| But she’s down and up the street
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| Ohh yeah, I Instagram-booming
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| Twittercam-booming, Snapchat-booming
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| Standard Bank muting
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| Capture that, zoom in
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| Ain’t that shit insane
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| Every Uber she in requested by a different name
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| Learning different things, cause she’s on a trip to fame
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| That means every time she rides me
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| It feels like a different lane
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| Dirty as a D but her friend kept in clean
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| How her ring finger got a motherfucking crystal stain
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| Crazy how it turned out, Crazy how it turned out
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| All that you Tru Religion and you’ve never seen a church house
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| You ask her how she doing, she’ll be quick to let the word out
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| And all she says is «if you put the work in, it will work out
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| Cause…
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| Good girls stay home
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| And keep they fingers on they phone
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| Cause they all friends with some bad girls
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| And they never go to bed on they own
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| Cause it ain’t no strings with that ass
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| Ain’t no wedding ring for that ass
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| But if we talking tight clothes or a white robe
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| I might put some wings on that ass (shit)
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| Angel shit, I came fast
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| Sacrifice all religion and praise her
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| Sacrifice all religion and praise her
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| Sacrifice all religion and praise her
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| Part 2
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| Snapchat Hoes
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| She had her ass so hazardous
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| Gigantic titts, Goddamn she thick
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| I had to grab them sheets
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| But she a snake-ass bitch got fangs and shit
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| Always holding out her hands and shit
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| But she only after the cash and shit
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| She won’t get a penny if my mans don’t hit
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| You ain’t got no reason to be scandalous
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| Out here demanding shit, thinking you got it
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| Cause what’s busting out them pants is thick
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| Bitch look in the ocean, is a gang of fish
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| Look in my eyes and see the standards Miss
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| Miss me with the C, things between me and Sam
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| Was just, not strong the bond was weakening
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| The distance was too long to reconnect
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| Her patience and arms too short to reach for me
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| I’m going through something, watch your tone
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| When you speak to me
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| That bullshit has got to hit the streets for me
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| That bullshit is both shit and pee to me
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| That bullshit is just sounding like Greek to me
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| I like my bitches quiet as a mute man
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| I like my bitches grounded like some shoes man
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| I like my bitches wetter than a loo man
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| I like my bitches naked as the truth man
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| Right now, ain’t no time to waste around here
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| It ain’t no time to rest around here
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| Cause the fame come and go
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| And the bitches come and go
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| And the money come and go, just like some guests around here
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| But I’m G.O.O.D, young Kanye West around here
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| And if my Kardashian snaps, she gets served
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| Not snapping like the rest around here
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| And so I need a side plate of brains with the breasts around here
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| She ain’t nothing but a snapchat hoe
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| She ain’t nothing but a snapchat hoe
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| She ain’t nothing but a snapchat hoe |