| Navi truck
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| Back seat lettin' daddy fuck
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| Same summer changin' her number
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| She switched the addy up
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| Buyin' me bracelets
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| Wet as a diamond I could taste it
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| Suckin' her titties
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| Jugglin' cities
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| I embraced it
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| Trying to chase it
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| From Florida to Baltimore
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| Pictures of her pussy persuaded me
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| So I called her more
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| Distant lovers in different cities with different lovers
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| Dipped in butter
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| Scented candles in different colors
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| Different tellies
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| Different bitch when she hit my celly
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| Different rumors
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| Another friend got some shit to tell me
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| Belvee and goose, tell me the truth
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| Tellin me lies
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| Sex with the next guy, my name across her left thigh
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| And me, I’m with the next chick
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| Unprotected sex, got my name across her necklace
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| Reckless and crazy, fucked around and had baby on her
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| Maybe it’s karma
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| She left me
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| I felt it made me stronger
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| Blazin' ganja with the next nigga baby momma
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| Couldn’t blame it on her
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| Asked her what she gon' name her daughter…
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| And she look just like you
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| Been a minute since I dialed your digits |
| I had to write you
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| And it still goes on and on…
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| But its been so long…
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| And it still goes on and on…
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| Imaginary playmates on play dates
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| State to state, stayin' up late
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| Watch me make her shake
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| From dale block. |
| with hubbas in the mail box
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| Runnin' from cops
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| Wanted posters at the nail shops. |
| She…
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| Too violent, skin tone blue violet. |
| Lilac…
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| So ghetto, yet soft as rose petals, I…
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| I’m here for you, talk to me, I’m the ears for you
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| I care for you, cashin' out buyin' gear for you
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| Tears for you, I thought our problems stopped
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| Still on the block. |
| She boostin'
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| Thats when the condom popped
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| Broken rubbers turnin' lovers into babymothers
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| Got booked on her birthday, I lost my baby brother…
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| That same night, murdered in plain sight
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| While shorty doin' time for some situations I can’t write
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| Shorty comin' home but the situation just ain’t right
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| The same drama, same arguments, same fights
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| Stuck in the same life…
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| That’s when Aaron came
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| I lost my brody, but my first born bear his name
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| And he look just like you
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| You blessed me with a jewel in your stomach |
| That’s why I ice you
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| Blowin' ganja in her Honda Accord
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| Now I’m Tom Ford, or Thom Browne
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| Pop Clicquot and calm down
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| Dark brown in Portugal
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| Gettin' personal
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| Warriors game, Oracle
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| Rotation rhetorical
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| A Cali' girl in Seattle
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| Now the Audi pearl
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| I think I got along with her momma
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| But she a daddy’s girl
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| Bougie baby
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| Blowin' buddha in my bathtub
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| Back rubs
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| Buyin' bags for her when I act up
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| Huaraches on
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| Tinashe song in the background
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| Hat down
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| Holdin' her hand
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| Rollin' through Tac town
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| A rare goddess
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| I’m noticing her nail polish
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| Glass down modestly
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| Feelin' the air in august, we…
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| Let em watch us as we pass by
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| Glass eye, take you on a natural high
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| Passed the sky
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| I cheated on her
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| When she asked why…
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| My reply was
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| «I'm distracted by the things I’m attracted by.»
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| I be chasin' my inspiration
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| Women with different faces in combinations of races
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| But ain’t none of them like you
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| I’m lookin' in the mirror when I see you
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| And I’ma wife you |