| I’m just tryna get my fucking paper up
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| Yeah, I was way too motherfucking faithful yeah
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| All my life I felt so fucking lonely
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| Now these bitches wanna get to know me
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| Now these niggas wanna become homies
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| You just know my name, don’t know my story
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| I don’t want no I want ferraris
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| Tell that Kuwaiti that I ain’t sorry
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| She done broke a nigga said she sorry
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| Tell her keep the patek I don’t want it
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| And if I go fuck a couple of bitches
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| And if I break a couple hearts in the mission
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| Don’t need no break she can keep the intermission
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| I triple platinum on a song you couldn’t miss it
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| My heart’s broken now I’m hella angry
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| Cuz they thought me and Donna would be married
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| She’s the only one who can relax me
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| Only one to change me don’t you ask me
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| I’m just trying to get my fucking paper up
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| Now I’m fucking switchin' up the tables yeah
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| I was way too motherfucking faithful yeah
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| We didn’t even have a fucking label yeah (yeah)
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| Way too fucking faithful yeah
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| Girl your medicine was really tasteful yeah
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| I was way too motherfucking faithful yeah
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| Now I’m tryna get my fucking paper up
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| I don’t have a reason to be faithful anymore now
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| I’m just trying to fuck a bunch of bitches on the road now
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| Joe just popped a pill and he’s trippin' off of acid
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| I don’t ever smoke but where’s the blunt somebody pass it
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| Someone overdosed we gotta get rid of the package
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| Evidence will come around niggas stackin’t right back in
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| He just did a sentence put a nigga in his casket
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| Bodies over bodies like the mafia is my backing
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| All praise to the most high
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| No off days like a robot
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| I can’t be around cuz it’s so hot
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| All my niggas running up on your block
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| Take whatever as long as you won’t?
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| Popstar moves like I’m so pop
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| Can’t get in the club without a?
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| Just give me? |
| at the dope shop
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| I’m just trying to get my fucking paper up
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| Now I’m fucking switchin' up the tables yeah
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| I was way too motherfucking faithful yeah
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| We didn’t even have a fucking label yeah (yeah)
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| Way too fucking faithful yeah
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| Girl your medicine was really tasteful yeah
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| I was way too motherfucking faithful yeah
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| Now I’m tryna get my fuckin' paper up
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| Bridge:
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| I hope that you get hurt
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| I’m not wishing well for you
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| I’m raising hell for you
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| Heaven’s not a place for you
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| You kill everything you touch
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| You don’t deserve anyone
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| You don’t deserve any love, any love
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| I’m just trying to get my fucking paper up
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| Now I’m fucking switchin' up the tables yeah
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| I was way too motherfucking faithful yeah
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| We didn’t even have a fucking label yeah (yeah)
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| Way too fucking faithful yeah
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| Girl your medicine was really tasteful yeah
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| I was way too motherfucking' faithful yeah
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| Now I’m tryna get my fucking paper up |