| I’m tired of looking like the problem, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay
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| You know they say you are what you attract
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| So I try to make sure
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| That I don’t attract shit but some racks
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| Hey, God keep putting all these niggas in my life
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| With these problems, don’t know what He want me to do
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| Solve em
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| But I cannot solve them, I got my own problems
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| So when I leave every time I look like the problem
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| I need a nigga that can eat, eat, eat my problems away
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| Cause I don’t got the energy, the time of the day
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| I swear that I don’t need a nigga
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| All it do is distract me
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| Could have been way further
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| Out here wasting my time, dick chasing
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| When I’m really who he need to chase
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| Running them racks up, taking them straight to chase
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| Nigga lie straight in your face
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| Man you like a virus, stay from me
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| It’s too toxic, I can’t put my hands on it
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| Gave you the chance to put your name on it
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| Thought we was lovers now you act like my opponent
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| I told you I don’t want it
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| I can’t even own it
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| If I ain’t mine I don’t put my name on it
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| I can’t even lie, I used to be like Yaya bout that dick
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| Hope you ready to die
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| Catch a little bitch, not surprised
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| I don’t be feeling the vibe
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| Used to be one of them bitches ready to ride
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| I used to be one of them bitches that’s ready to ride
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| I put that car in park, now ain’t no one to drive
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| You know they say you are what you attract
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| So I try to make sure
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| That I don’t attract shit but some racks
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| Hey, God keep putting all these niggas in my life
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| With these problems, don’t know what He want me to do
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| Solve em
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| But I cannot solve them, I got my own problems
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| So when I leave every time I look like the problem
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| I need a nigga that can eat, eat, eat my problems away
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| Cause I don’t got the energy, the time of the day
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| But really you the first problem
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| He only do what he gon do if you allow him
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| And he gon keep doing it
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| Baby leave that nigga where you found him
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| And he causing problems
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| You choosing dick over dollars
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| Tha-that don’t add up to the commas
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| That don’t make no sense
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| Girl you tripping over nothing, use your common sense
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| And if you dip, that nigga ain’t gon flinch
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| He acting like the star player, leave him on the bench
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| You arguing with a nigga that ain’t shit
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| He can’t provide shit
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| So what’s the point of you taking that risk?
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| You know karma is a bitch
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| Put that pain up on your wrist and make it lit
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| Let’s get back to that shit that made us rich
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| Hell yeah
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| I know you want a nigga that’s gon ride
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| Put your pain and feeling baby to the side
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| Take it out of park cause girl you need to drive
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| You know they say you are what you attract
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| So I try to make sure
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| That I don’t attract shit but some racks
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| Hey, God keep putting all these niggas in my life
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| With these problems, don’t know what He want me to do
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| Solve em
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| But I cannot solve them, I got my own problems
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| So when I leave every time I look like the problem
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| I need a nigga that can eat, eat, eat my problems away
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| Cause I don’t got the energy, the time of the day |