| You a whole con artist, way you made me believe
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| 'Cause you know did me dirty but you still gotta leave
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| Fix your makeup now, don’t wanna see any streaks
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| 'Cause the next man can’t find out you’re fucking with me
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| Girl, that’s a bad look, and I got twenty-twenty
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| You chase the bag girl, I think it’s kinda funny
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| You such a bad girl, just love the fucking money
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| You got me mad, girl, you coulda done it for me
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| You coulda been the one, now that shit so hopeless
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| You on the run, get my mindset focused
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| Move around, make this shit so timeless
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| I’ma hold it down, soon as I find my bitch
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| Hey, you never liked me anyway
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| Don’t wanna fight with you anyway
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| And now my friends are all gone
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| But that’s alright, 'cause I’m getting paid
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| Fuck it, I’m done, swerve the Bentley truck
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| I ain’t looking for a thing but shit keep coming up
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| Fuck it, I’m gone, bitch, I’m moving on
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| Hate to be the man, but your BFF just hit me up
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| Hit it from the back, said she want it to the beat
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| I ain’t even wanna do it, I just didn’t wanna feel
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| Sip the Henny by the liter faded in the backseat
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| And I swear I fucking hate it here, but baby this is real, you coulda
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| Been the one but that shit’s all over
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| With any luck, I’ma never get sober
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| Money blue, like it’s bruised all over
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| Friends stay close but your enemies closer
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| You never liked me anyway
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| Don’t wanna fight with you anyway
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| And now my friends are all gone
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| But that’s alright, 'cause I’m getting paid |