| : I don’t love you anymore
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| : Since when?
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| : Now—just now… I don’t wanna lie… I can’t tell the truth so… it’s over
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| : Doesn’t matter. |
| I love you, none of it matters
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| : Too late. |
| I don’t love you anymore… goodbye
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| Gucci on my jeans and Gucci on my shoes
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| Friends talkin' shit and I don’t know who
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| Please, tell me the truth
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| Keep my circle small, I’ll roll with one or two
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| Niggas switch up, this ain’t nothing fuckin' new
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| Went from rags to riches, now I’m drivin' in a coupe
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| Bitches changed up, now they actin' brand new
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| If I ever die, will they ever they come through?
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| Please, I don’t wanna know these fools (nah)
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| Get them out my face, ain’t none of them cool
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| Ayy, yuh
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| Please, I don’t wanna know these fools
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| Hey, listen
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| Gucci on my jeans and Gucci on my shoes
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| Friends talkin' shit and I don’t know who
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| Please, tell me the truth
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| Keep my circle small, I’ll roll with one or two
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| Niggas switch up, this ain’t nothing fuckin' new
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| Went from rags to riches, now I’m drivin' in a coupe
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| Bitches changed up, now they actin' brand new
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| If I ever die, will they ever they come through?
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| Please, I don’t wanna know these fools (nah)
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| Get them out my face, ain’t none of them cool
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| Yuh
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| Mane productions |