| You someone you not, baby you someone you not
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| Please don’t try to front, baby please don’t try to front
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| I don’t want no blunt, baby you know I don’t smoke
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| Oh, I’m gon' take you back home
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| I’ma put you in a coupe 'cause you look better with your top off
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| That ain’t Louis V, boy I can tell that shits a knock off
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| Don’t be talkin' shit, 'cause you know better than to do that
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| Finesse your fuckin' heart, then we skirt off in my new Jag'
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| You someone you not, baby you someone you not
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| Please don’t try to front, baby please don’t try to front
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| I don’t want no blunt, baby you know I don’t smoke
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| Oh, I’m gon' take you back home
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| Baby you put up with me for the D, I can already see that we doin' it right
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| See you in my bed in the morning though you only wanted a night
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| Tonight is the night that it happens again
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| Baby girl bringing her friend and we 'bout to Minaj
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| You’re all that I got, you’re all that I want
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| You be Ramona, and I’ll be your Scott, yeah
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| You someone you not, baby you someone you not
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| Please don’t try to front, baby please don’t try to front
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| I don’t want no blunt, baby you know I don’t smoke
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| Oh, I’m gon' take you back home |