| I think I love her for real
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| I think I want this forever
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| It’s crazy the way that she makin' me feel
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| We go together like Bonnie and Clyde
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| Ain’t no hesitatin' to fear
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| Know she the one ain’t no doubt in my mind
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| Now let me just make this shit clear
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| This shit here real
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| Baby just special to me
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| Don’t know what I’m feelin'
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| They tell me I’m trippin'
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| But I cannot listen cause baby just special to me
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| This shit here is different, the one I been missin'
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| And I gotta get it, yeah
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| I met her outside of the club
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| I left out it early some nigga was trippin'
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| And really was bouta get drugged
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| Drunk and he spillin' shit on me
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| I’m pushin' him off me like dawg what the fuck
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| He looked and just said that «Pussy is power lil' nigga I got yo ass troubs»
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| I cannot make this shit up
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| Lemme get back to this chick, lil' mama thick
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| Baddest I done seen before
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| Extensions fall down to her heel, 32 inch
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| Shit almost touchin' the floor
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| But really I’m just tryna hit, you know imma a pit
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| I ain’t got no love for these hoes
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| She walkin' up on me I’m talkin' the talk that her ass want hear |
| Then she hopped in and rolled
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| Pedal to the floor all the way home
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| Bumpin' Jigga what
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| My dawg text me «I heard that bitch shady»
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| I just don’t give a fuck
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| Dumb drunk and the nigga bouta cut it
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| Nip & Tuck
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| Pullin' up fast as John Wall
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| Soon as we hit the door them clothes launchin' off
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| Fuck a bed I hit it on the floor
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| I do a hella Halle Berry Monster Ball
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| Front, back, even side to side
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| I got the bitch body doin' a somersault
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| Young and raw
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| Best shit I probably ever had in life I promise dawg
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| Fast forward, two months later I got her livin' with me
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| Turned to summer fall, god damn
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| [Hook}
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| I gotta head to the coast
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| I know some girls in Cali
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| That show me the love and I get it for low
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| Hold down the crib for me shawty
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| You know where the guns, and the safe and the code
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| Know that she solid, I gave her the test
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| And she passed it like
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| Be back before you could know
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| I made no boo with the plug, bitches on drugs
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| I’m bouta have me a ball
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| Thick lil chick with the jugs, say she a Blood
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| That when I got me a call |
| Niggas done raided by hub, beat up my love
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| And she say they took it all
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| I ain’t been drankin' or smokin' my nigga but swear to God
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| I’m on a red eye
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| Whoever done came and played wit my money, dead guy
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| I think the homies been tryna catch me sleepin', bed time
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| Hit the crib then I ran up the stairs, she on the bed cryin'
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| Eyes black and I’m feelin' bad cause her face bruised and her arms too
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| Rubbin' on her tryna let her know it’ll be okay then the horn blew
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| She rose up, wiped the make up from around her eye and hit the door y’all
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| Outside was a drunk nigga who was at the club hangin' out the car
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| Yellin' «Never disrespect the pimpin'»
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| Then she hopped in and they drove off, what the fuck
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| Hit the door and when he opened gave him 3, Chris Paul
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| Before the body dropped sirens hit the scene, came thru with 6 cars
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| Either these niggas Cleo the Psychic or somebody tipped off
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| Before I found where the girl at the cops ran up on me
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| I was red handed
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| Hand cuffed walkin' to the car you’d swear to god that a man planned it |
| God damn it, I’m sittin' here like what the fuck
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| Cops searched thru the whole house, ain’t find a chick or find a buck
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| I looked up and seen a car passed bitch blew a kiss then she sped up
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| What the fuck |