| Papi, yeah
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| Talk to me babe
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| Yeah, clocks ticking babe
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| Yeah, that’s it right there
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| Talk to me babe
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| Clocks ticking babe
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| Uh, I’m your nigga if it’s gonna be
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| Nigga let it be
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| In my business I be sippin' tea
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| Nigga feelin' free
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| Why these hitta’s tryna be my team
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| You ain’t in my league
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| Who you niggas really tryna be?
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| Who you tryna be?
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| Pull up on niggas give 'em the pussy, mm
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| You be the reason I got my wrist made, mm
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| Leavin' my baby feel like a mistake, mm
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| Wrote this early mornin' on a Wednesday, mm
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| Look at her body come out the shower, damn
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| My D lookin' like a tower, damn
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| Think I might head up in an hour, damn
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| Call me daddy when I bring her flowers, damn
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| Like I came by with that little jute sack
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| You the one I think about like every minute bae
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| Yeah leaving my baby feel like a mistake
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| Girl I wrote this early morning on a Wednesday, yeah
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| Yeah, clocks ticking bae
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| Uh, yeah, talk to me bae
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| Yeah, that’s it right there, clock’s ticking bae
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| Talk to me bae
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| Papi |