| This shit got me feeling smooth
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| Put me in the conversation, keep in the loop
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| But mind you, I took the time to, then tryna find you
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| Climb you, then tryna mount you, and then I found you
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| Much to me, get you, it was luckily
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| They ain’t never had it, now you stuck with me
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| Pour another cup, I gotta keep it on the move
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| Give it away, don’t say it’s mine
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| Waiting, now okay right time
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| She gonna let me over when it’s night time
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| Put it on the camera and now it’s like vine
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| He might beat it up but it ain’t like I
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| I miss you
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| How you finna cry without no tissue
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| Bend it over slow, clear out the venue
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| Drugs in me, if I’m sober I got an issue
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| I miss that old time, that first and goal line
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| Come here, I clothesline
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| I wanted just you, you see I chose mine
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| That bitch a bad bitch, you see I chose fine
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| Like send your location when you arrive
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| Drugs in me, I’m geeking, I’m checking if I’m alive
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| Asking all these question, I’m asking the question «why?»
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| Thinking in my head if she texting another guy
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| But that little bitch be geeking, she text me on the side
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| Like when we going home?
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| Whole ride give you dome
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| I text her back like fuck it, we going, now lead the way
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| Looking at my phone like I know this the time of day
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| It’s the right time
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| She gonna let me over when it’s night time
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| Put it on the camera and now it’s like vine
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| He might beat it up but it ain’t like I
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| I miss you
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| How you finna cry without no tissue
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| Bend it over slow, clear out the venue
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| Drugs in me, if I’m sober I got an issue |