| You OD bad in this, no cap
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| Your mama did a good job, no dad
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| Yeah, you never need a nigga for none, go spazz
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| Droppin money on a new bag, so fast
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| Got a whole lot of ass, but you slim uh
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| Your from the hood but the valley where you live uh
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| Yeah, yeah, you ain’t got a fuck to give uh
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| You took a L with your ex, now your winning uh
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| Get’em uh, go an', go an', go and get it
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| Dogs in your DM’s that’s a whole lot of bitches
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| Niggas praying for you, that’s a whole lot of wishes
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| But they don’t know you’re different
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| They don’t get you like I get you wassup !
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| Don’t know where you’ve been bands could be droppin' up, beat that shit to
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| poppin' up
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| But I know you’re a big win boobies bitches, hate a nigga’s wack enough
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| Feeling like Joe I don’t wanna be a player, no more
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| Staring at you through my cardi aviators, yeah
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| This gon be a long summer
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| Give a nigga’s wrong number
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| In the club with your friends and you dear a bitch to run up
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| City girls got why wack enough Periodt !
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| When you smackin you be hanging whith the lows
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| But you always get a break and I like that
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| Blow a bag get it right back
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| Hit me later on for a night
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| Tap, tap tap yeah I might tap
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| Pussy so fine let me like that
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| I like that
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| Don’t know where you’ve been bands could be droppin' up, beat that shit to
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| poppin' up
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| But I know you’re a big win boobies bitches, hate a nigga’s wack enough
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| Feeling like Joe I don’t wanna be a player, no more
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| Staring at you through my cardi aviators, yeah
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| Don’t know where you’ve been
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| But I know you’re a big win
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| Feeling like Joe I don’t wanna be a player, no more
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| Staring at you through my cardi aviators, yeah |