| Swear I be sitting here thinking 'bout the shit that we’ve been through
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| And all I know is girl I owe you 100, 100, 100 favors
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| I owe you 100 favors, 100, 100, 100 favors
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| Niggas all talk, it’ll never change
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| Keep on choosin do your thang
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| All them favors, I call her like a driver
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| Drowning in that pussy, and I’m a soul survivor
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| Vodka, hunned flavors, GT watermelon
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| She always do me favors, and I don’t never tell her
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| GT yellow mango, I love to drink juice
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| Owe her 100 favors, I call her my 100 proof
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| Man I heard about an angel
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| Now I’m sitting here sippin' on the last bit of vodka
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| All I ever see is your face
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| Swear I be sitting here thinking bout the shit that you’ve been doing
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| And all I know is girl I’ll owe 100, 100, 100 favors
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| I give you 100 favors, 100, 100, 100 favors
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| Now I’m sitting here sippin' on the last bit of GT
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| All I ever see is your face 100 favors
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| Prices with the life, rollin on them dice
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| Spent a mill on a flight
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| Flew back and she bounced back
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| High speed, all gold
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| Lord of the ring, we live that life big time
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| Big time, 100 times I gave my bitch the sunshine
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| Harley Davis, Harley Davis,
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| Twin cam, I gave my bitch a 100 favors
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| You was a college student abusing the credit union
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| The music was way too loud, the tuition was fuckin stupid
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| And me I was runnin' wild hittin' licks in my mothers' Buick
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| Confusing, you like my style even though I was broke and doing
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| Stick em ups, you wanna pick em up
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| Inside your Civic Plus the difference was
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| I wasn’t rich as fuck you still would depend on us
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| And I missed the crush that we had every time winter December come
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| And we had tempers and arguments, disagreements and senses from
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| Cupid himself, and I’m shootin' himself
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| And the paramedics won’t come even if you scream for help
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| Don’t let love die, you regroovin' yourself
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| And I’m losing now too looking at you boo hoo from what’s dealt
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| So as I reminisce the coupon that we used to split at Baileys
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| On your mothers couch your little brother in the alley
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| You say K. Dot your page got that pay that Birdman and Jay got
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| One day you’ll reap what you sow, now I reap for us both
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| That’s one hunnid |