| Baby I was cool on them other bitches
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| Baby I was cool on them other bitches
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| I really wasn’t cool with them other niggas
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| Bitch you lookin' like a fool with them other niggas
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| Girl I really went to school with them other niggas
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| And I ain’t tryna lose like them other niggas
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| So you really gotta choose on them other niggas
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| Is it gonna be school or them other niggas?
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| And I’m feelin' like a fool, I was fuckin' witcha
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| Am I fool just for fuckin' witcha?
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| Shit, girl it’s cool, I ain’t fuckin' witcha
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| You ain’t gon' catch me on the news 'bout no other nigga
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| I’m so motherfuckin' cool, it’s a fuckin' given, huh
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| Even back in school I wasn’t fuckin' trippin'
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| I got so many bruises on my heart, what the bandages for
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| But it’s cool, let the scars show, I had 'em before, let’s go
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| Ha, what you panicking for?
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| Yeah you helped me put a sixty in the attic before
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| Ever since a nigga left you ain’t had it no more
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| I remember when you had it galore, calm down girl
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| I uptowned and downtowned a town girl
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| I clear slippered and Gucci’ed down your gown girl
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| Around girls, at round table with found girls
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| Still the only nigga that make you smile girl, you know it
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| Haha, you know it
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| Am I fool just for fuckin' witcha?
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| Shit, girl it’s cool, I ain’t fuckin' witcha
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| You ain’t gon' catch me on the news 'bout no other nigga
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| Am I fool just for fuckin' witcha?
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| Shit, girl it’s cool, I ain’t fuckin' witcha
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| You ain’t gon' catch me on the news 'bout no other nigga
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| Baby I was cool on them other bitches
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| Baby I was cool on them other bitches
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| I really wasn’t cool with them other niggas
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| Bitch you lookin' like a fool with them other niggas
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| Girl I really went to school with them other niggas
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| And I ain’t tryna lose like them other niggas
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| So you really gotta choose on them other niggas
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| Is it gonna be school or them other niggas?
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| Fuck her 'til she get her facts straight, actually I’m happy
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| I’m back bae, yeah bae I’m back bae
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| Make you act straight with handcuffs and black tape
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| No actually, slap ass and slap face
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| When you lap dance I tap dance and act waist
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| Got a young heart, I got stamina all day
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| Young boy, I am not tapping out, no way
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| Make her run for it, I got her handling four things
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| Run boy, you gotta handle her four ways
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| Do it in the car, can you handle the road rage?
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| Do it in the sky, in the back of this full plane
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| Show me you ain’t shy right inside of these full faces
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| Tell her, no face apparently no case, uh
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| No waist, apparently no waste, uh
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| So fake, you lied to my whole face
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| Hell nah I ain’t fuckin' with your ass, bitch
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| Feelin' like a fool, I was fuckin' witcha (hah)
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| Am I fool just for fuckin' witcha? |
| (so fake you lied to my whole face)
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| Shit, girl it’s cool, I ain’t fuckin' witcha
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| You ain’t gon' catch me on the news 'bout no other nigga
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| (So, so, so fake you lied to my whole face)
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| Baby I was cool on them other bitches
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| Baby I was cool on them other bitches
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| (Hell nah I ain’t fuckin' with your ass)
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| I really wasn’t cool with them other niggas
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| Bitch you lookin' like a fool with them other niggas
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| (So fake you lied to my whole face)
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| Baby I was cool on them other bitches
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| Baby I was cool on them other bitches
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| I really wasn’t cool with them other niggas
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| Bitch you lookin' like a fool with them other niggas
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| Ha, what you panicking for?
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| Yeah you helped me put a sixty in the attic before
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| Ever since a nigga left you ain’t had it no more
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| I remember when you had it galore |