| Barber cut my hair and took my brain wit' it, brain splittin'
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| Old girl took my heart and left, the pain sit, insane feelings
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| This shit gon' repeat
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| Bitches on gains, got a new one every week, sixteen, six feet
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| Shit my pockets kinda deep, better grow more
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| Shawty, you buggin', don’t hit my phone up, you smokin'?
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| Bitch, I ain’t your mans, I know you hopin'
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| I just wanna fuck you, lil' mama, don’t cause commotion, yeah
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| I know that that shit sound foul (but just think)
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| Do you me or my clout? |
| (bitch, just think, uh)
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| Yeah, you gotta figure this out (just think)
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| Shit, I think my patience run out
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| Ayy bitch, I think I’m done wit' you
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| I wake up every day, regrettin' that I fucked wit' you
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| And I remember when I was afraid to lose you
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| But now I’m kinda mad that shit ain’t happen sooner
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| You a fuckin' loser
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| I’on—I'on even miss you, bitch, stay out my life
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| How you used to watch me, shorty, I thought I bumped you twice, uh
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| You ain’t used to no nigga that’s gonna treat you right, huh
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| I got a bitch I was mackin' if you tryna get piped up, yuh
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| Just think, did you love me or my clout?
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| Just think (yeah), did you love me or my clout?
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| Ayy, just think, did you love me or my clout?
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| Just think—shit, I need to figure this out, uh |