| She fell in love, she fell in love
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| She fell in love with me in the club
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| All of the friends say that she is a slut,
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| She don’t give a fuck
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| I’m like ever since the ence
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| And she checks my hands,
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| Then she wanna cut
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| But would you mind if I your butt?
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| Would it be better if I leave up your cut?
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| I’m a give mine, you’re gonna get yours
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| I’m sure they gonna judge but we gonna bust none
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| I’m pretty forward right,
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| Show it!
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| And I could be all yours tonight
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| In front of next two albums and when I get this dick to know bitch
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| Your ass can be my pillow,
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| Roll up your cigarella
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| Get hot until you fill though
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| Then whip your hand no willow
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| Security ain’t trippin', I never pay to get in
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| I walked into the kitchen so light up don’t need permission
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| on the block, when I flash my up in the sky
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| You wanna get about the mill
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| We can go and close the door the shot
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| Shot the you know the Gucci’s do or die,
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| My bank roll is like a book,
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| She don’t know if I went to school and I
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| Big shout to my hollum nigga
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| It’s me, got love for my nigga purse
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| Shout out to my Brooklyn nigga
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| Don’t ask what they do, just know the words,
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| Don’t ask what the bitches know it works
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| Tomorrow morning, we both we go to church
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| I won’t judge it.
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| Turn the lights on
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| El Presidente
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| It’s the type of shit you make when
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| You leave bamboo before you
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| And you just wanna get in the studio
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| I’m on that champagne right now,
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| I’m not gonna tell you which one
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| Is day coming on fucking chat
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| This dough got a lot of bubble,
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| And I’m payin for you.
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| Yeah |