| I met her on the humble, navigating the jungle
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| Of this business that I claim, a cheetah with no name
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| Big game hunter makin' niggas pray for the summer
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| I mean shawty fine, but her mind picked a number
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| On the crazy chart, never feed the animals, enjoy the park
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| Every once in a while one is crazy smart
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| Robert Greene say seduction is an art
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| I’m guessing she read the part about the charmer
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| My confidence is armor, I don’t need it though
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| Still wanna beat it, though
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| Had to realize I was dealing with a professional
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| ? |
| confessional, ignoring all advances
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| She throwing me the pussy, I Braylon Edwards the chances
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| We don’t talk for a minute
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| Then a text comes, say «I still want you in it»
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| When you next come I can tell she really meant it
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| Not in a relationship but still tryna end it
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| She thirsty
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| Notice you peepin', then we started speakin'
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| Sexual tension, what’s a nigga to do?
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| So we started creepin', then I stopped fiendin'
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| The very next weekend you was lovin' the crew
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| But hatin' on me 'cause I was huggin' my boo
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| She back for a guilt trip, «Did I mean nothing to you?»
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| «Of course», my response was true — a bit rash
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| C’mon, your fine ass was just something to do
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| Besides, I peep game by the look in your eyes
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| The sort of thirst that’ll never be quenched by any guy
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| Reverse cowgirl can’t take me for a ride
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| Though I slid bareback for a couple of times
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| Pulled up, I ain’t fallin' for the trap
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| Two ain’t becoming three, so I ain’t comin' to thee
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| And you and me will never be we, quit reachin'
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| You stay with a cup in your hand, it’s thirst season |