| And she was all like «oh my gosh yo like, this your shit?»
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| And I was like «oh shit, yeah this my shit»
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| If you down, let me know
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| When we finished, you can go
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| There’s no ties, there’s no gimmicks
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| It’s your life, fucking live it
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| To the fullest to the fullest to the fullest
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| To the fullest to the fullest to the fullest
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| It’s your life, it’s your life
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| Fucking live it, fucking live it
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| Queen street caught her with her friends
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| Like who that nigga right there
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| Was grabbing street meat, got weak knees
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| Been a minute I ain’t thought she cared
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| You think I just move on? |
| Get a new bitch?
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| Get my groove on? |
| Well you partially right
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| She said nigga now we hardly fight
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| Met my moms n shit, now that’s hardly right
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| But she let it slide for what I do when I get inside
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| That morning wood, do a bitch so good
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| She go termite on the turn pike
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| Baby girl wanna drink, emotions run high
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| Watch sprinters speed fly
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| Baby girl don’t think, dominance wanna drive
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| I’ma pimp her ride
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| You feel alone-lone-lone-lone
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| Just turn it up now this your song-song-song-song |
| Forgive the things that’s yet to come-come-come-come
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| Don’t hold no grudges cause we young-young-young-young You know we young
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| But she too stubborn, and that girl way too stush
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| Put the Instagram down, baby pick up a book
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| This so unhealthy, and I do whatever you tell me
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| But girl you gotta better yourself
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| Instead of takin' selfies
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| If you down, let me know
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| When we finished, you can go
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| There’s no ties, there’s no gimmicks
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| It’s your life, fucking live it
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| Baby got a new man, new man
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| Tryna get me tight
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| Talking 'bout too bad, too bad
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| I’m worth more than night
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| Now thats alright
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| When I lived in new york
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| You wasn’t more than a flight
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| Fuck her till her water main burst
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| Wasn’t more than some pipe
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| Nigga got home sick, I play up with ya grown tits
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| You fronted on this grown dick
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| Like you ain’t take the whole shit
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| Whole day talking 'bout foreplay
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| You and two friends, foreplay is my fortay
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| MVP 89' playa
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| Magic Johnson playing for the Lakers
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| Can’t fuck you raw but a nigga fuck you hard
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| Can’t let her meet the folks |
| So she gon' let me meet her throat
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| That shit go deep, my bitch can’t speak
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| Do it with no teeth, dat shit felt sweet
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| Cavities on creep, cavities on creep
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| You feel alone-lone-lone-lone-lone
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| Just turn it up now this your song-song-song-song
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| Forgive the things that’s yet to come-come-come-come
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| Don’t hold no grudges cause we young-young-young-young
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| If you down, let me know
|
| When we finished, you can go
|
| There’s no ties, there’s no gimmicks
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| It’s your life, fucking live it
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| To the fullest to the fullest to the fullest
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| To the fullest to the fullest to the fullest
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| It’s your life, it’s your life
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| Fucking live it, fucking live it |