| Where I’m going? |
| Where I’m going?
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| Where I’m going? |
| Where I’m going?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ayy (Mook got the keys jumpin')
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| I see the way you looking, got a smile like your mama
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| How you make a nigga happy through my pain and my trauma?
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| And we cruising up in traffic with the top down in the summer
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| I got this Glock up in my lap, 'cause you know we in the jungle
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| I pull the trigger, let it run
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| I can’t let a nigga take me from you
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| She said, «These niggas can’t do it like you»
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| That’s why a nigga all into it with you
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| And baby, what’s on your mind? |
| What’s your mood
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| I don’t like your attitude, but I love how you move your body
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| Tell me everything, swear to God I won’t tell nobody
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| Real street nigga, Ziploc, I’ma keep it silent
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| Get up in that pussy, I’ma kill it, I ain’t never stoppin'
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| I got no love, but I love you
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| I got some trust issues, but I trust you
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| I knew that pussy was gon' be mine the first time that I fucked you
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| And I’m jumpin' in your fight if a pussy ho touch you
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| Sometimes I get up in my feelings, I’m like, «Damn, do she love me?»
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| Fine on the outside, inside I think she ugly
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| Baby girl, I take my time, I ain’t doin' no rushin'
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| I put my tongue on your neck, on your cheeks, you be blushin'
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| They say, «Forever ain’t forever,» oh-oh
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| But I know it’s gonna last 'cause I found my treasure
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| I say, «Baby girl, hold me»
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| Can you hold me? |
| (Baby, you hold me?)
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| I be feelin' so lonely, I be feelin' so lonely (So lonely)
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| Feelin' like I ain’t got nobody, but you always beside me (You beside me,
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| beside, yeah)
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| Me and you versus everybody, can’t nobody stop me
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| Can’t nobody stop me (Can't nobody stop me)
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| Wake up in the mornin', grab my stick, then I kiss you
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| Make a couple plays, then you know a nigga miss you
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| Soft spot for you, like a nigga was some tissue
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| But I’m hard on a nigga, 7.62's gon' hit you
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| Every time I pop a Perc', I think about my past
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| Reminisce about these bitches that I dogged in the past
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| But I’m doin' right by you, 'cause I want this shit to last
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| And if you get another nigga, I’ma put him in a bag
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| Real spill, a real thug, I was taught to kill
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| Seen my nigga get whacked, I ain’t shed a tear
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| Tired of the fake love, I really want somethin' real
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| Damaged up inside, but somehow you made a nigga heal
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| I see the way you looking, got a smile like your mama
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| How you make a nigga happy through my pain and my trauma?
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| And we cruising up in traffic got the top down in the summer
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| I got this Glock up in my lap, 'cause you know we in the jungle
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| I pull the trigger, let it run
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| I can’t let a nigga take me from you
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| She said, «These niggas can’t do it like you»
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| That’s why a nigga all into it with you
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| And baby what’s on your mind, what’s your mood
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| They say, «Forever ain’t forever,» oh-oh
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| But I know it’s gonna last 'cause I found my treasure
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| Know this shit gon' last 'cause I done found my treasure |