| How come you don’t call me anymore
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| Thought I was your homie before
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| Oh girl you’re acting new now, who is this? |
| (it's Ray bitch)
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| Now you better pipe down 'til you get a hit (I got one)
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| I got one, a hot one
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| Straight outta London
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| I’m eating good so now my old friends want some
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| People who never show me love say I changed up
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| But when you’re poppin', that’s bound to be the outcome
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| But I take my real friends for dim sum
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| ‘Cause they was lovin' me way before everyone
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| So yeah, you right yeah, I ain’t checking for anyone
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| Who wants to role but don’t know where we came from (that's what they do)
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| Everybody hear the good news
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| Baby see you’re paying bad dues
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| Certainly they remember you
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| That’s what they do
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| Everybody hear the good news
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| Baby see you’re paying bad dues
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| Certainly they remember you
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| How come you don’t call me anymore
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| Thought I was your homie before
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| Oh girl you’re acting new now, who is this? |
| (it's Ray bitch)
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| Now you better pipe down 'til you get a hit
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| I got more, a lot more
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| I drop a song on the radio, begging one more
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| I do a show and the crowd, they screaming encore
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| So of course I got family on my front door
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| A favourite for a cousin I didn’t know before
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| They say you shining and your pockets getting big now
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| I’m like yeah, well what the fuck you think I sing for
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| But I only share with those who love me in my Reeboks
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| So fuck anyone else that’s tryna get a reward
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| Uh, I said a No
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| I was gonna get ya answer phone
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| Nah, I don’t like your tone
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| Baby girl, why you wanna come up on your own?
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| How come you don’t call me anymore
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| Thought I was your homie before
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| Oh girl you’re acting new now, who is this? |
| (it's Ray bitch)
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| Now you better pipe down 'til you get a hit |