| And I come back
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| Niggas tryna flex
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| Tell me that I’m lost, and located in the back, though
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| Don’t even wanna check
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| Niggas still wanna call it a day
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| Approach me, ain’t got shit to say
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| Talkin' to me like you wanted to stay
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| When it come back around and you still tryna play
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| Go and break it down for a nigga
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| Go and break it down just a little, have love for a nigga
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| But they steady playin' games with a nigga
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| Steady throwin' names for a nigga
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| One time for you niggas
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| And I’m goin' with my stash
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| Tryna make it last
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| Thoughts overflow like they did in the past
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| And with me they still tryna ask
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| Fuck you wanna know 'bout me?
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| Fuck a nigga bitch off a 40 oz
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| Shit I keep it low-key
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| Many people sayin' that they know it
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| Like there’s plenty of that shit I ain’t see
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| Catch me overseas in a fuckin' white tee
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| Bitches say «Lovell man, I really want the D»
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| Niggas say «Lovell man, I really wanna see»
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| You don’t know 'bout me
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| Stress keeps building
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| Blood stops flowin'
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| Brain got me open
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| Gone off a potion
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| Stress keeps building
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| Gone off a potion
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| Stress keeps building, stress keeps building
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| Gone off a potion, gone off a potion, gone gone off a potion |