| Retro my 3s, Saint Laurent shirt
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| Handle my problems, when they occur
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| Put her in Prada 'cause I’m proud of her
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| Drivin' a Ghini my hand up her skirt
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| She asked me, «Do you want half of this perc?»
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| She must not know me, I told her, «For sure»
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| She pick me up when I be at my worst
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| Shawty in second place, she put me first
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| Think I’m obsessed, I’m on that ass
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| I text her back way too fast
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| Got her truck she ain’t takin' cabs
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| Make me feel good and she look bad
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| I don’t know how much better she could get
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| Usin' her tongue when she give me a kiss
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| She be so nasty, I think that she sick
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| Look in my eyes and she spit on the tip
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| Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
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| Happy, it don’t take a lot to make her happy, yeah
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| Ask me, there’s nothin' that she can’t ask me, yeah
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| Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah
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| Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
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| Happy, it don’t take a lot to make her happy, yeah
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| Ask me, there’s nothin' that she can’t ask me, yeah
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| Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah
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| Took long to get her, I love the chase
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| Backwoods and henny, she love the taste
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| Her standards ain’t low but they just ok
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| Lay in the bed, she can smoke all day
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| Trust me I could be yo backbone
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| I’ll be the one get yo back blown
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| Never put you in my bat phone
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| When I leave, always come back home
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| Right back to you with brand new blues, yeah
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| Bitches try to jump her, I’m beatin' them blue, yeah
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| I put ice on her neck, I’m keepin' her cool, yeah
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| I’ma Scorpio, I can get nasty too
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| Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
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| Happy, it don’t take a lot to make her happy, yeah
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| Ask me, there’s nothin' that she can’t ask me, yeah
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| Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah
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| Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
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| Happy, it don’t take a lot to make her happy, yeah
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| Ask me, there’s nothin' that she can’t ask me, yeah
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| Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah |