| I ain’t fucking with that friend zone
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| I ain’t even hit it once, she put my friends on
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| I’m just tryna get you while your man gone
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| I’ma rush it til a nigga reach the endzone
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| Baby girl make that ass pop
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| Ass shots, she gets nothing but backshots
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| Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot
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| Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot
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| I ain’t fucking with that friend zone
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| I ain’t even hit it once, she put my friends on
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| I’m just tryna get you while your man gone
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| I’ma rush it til a nigga reach the endzone
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| Chop get this business, bitch fire like a manager
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| Hit it from the back, she can’t move like I damaged her
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| Let the chop go, this bitch paint like a pedicure
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| Free T, free pops, got me shedding tears
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| Lil nigga what’s your profit?
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| Every gun got a ruler, what the fuck is a stock clip?
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| Let them thangs blow if it’s funk like a thot bitch
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| Bitch it’s Margielas, lil nigga these are not Timbs
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| Bitch, and I ain’t fucking with that friend zone
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| Strictly only brothers so don’t ask cause my friends gone
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| An Ed Hardy lil nigga, this a kenzo
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| Big Glock, make that bitch spit now his hip’s gone
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| And I could name a couple hoes that I did wrong
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| Lost my bro to the feds so I sip strong
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| I don’t got the patience, you ain’t fucking bitch get gone
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| You ain’t stitch lip, let off shots now your lip gone
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| I ain’t fucking with that friend zone
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| I ain’t even hit it once, she put my friends on
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| I’m just tryna get you while your man gone
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| I’ma rush it til a nigga reach the endzone
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| Baby girl make that ass pop
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| Ass shots, she gets nothing but backshots
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| Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot
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| Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot
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| Catch me running through the bands
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| Baby, you know you fucking with the man
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| Damn, don’t understand what they saying
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| Cause I won’t even speak if she less than a ten
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| Yeah, I’ma pass to my mans
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| I be hot, need a fan
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| Damn, big Glock I can’t hold up my pants
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| And baby girl you know that you fucking with the man
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| Baby girl make that ass pop
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| Ass shots, she gets nothing but backshots
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| Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot
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| Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot
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| I ain’t fucking with that friend zone
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| I ain’t even hit it once, she put my friends on
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| I’m just tryna get you while your man gone
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| I’ma rush it til a nigga reach the endzone |