| Four a.m. to eight a. |
| m, I been drinkin', poppin'
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| Goin' in, keepin' ya love, goin' crazy for ya
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| Cigarettes, I’m out of blunts, I won’t keep the party jumpin' for ya
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| Just for ya love (For ya love)
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| Four a.m. to eight a.m., one a. |
| m
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| Drinkin' shots to two a. |
| m, three a. |
| m
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| Smokin' more, you wanted more all until the party’s over
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| She’s out the door, yeah, yeah
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| It’s for your love, it’s for your love, it’s for your love
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| It’s for your love, it’s for your love, it’s for your love
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| Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you
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| Had I knew you was a bitch, I’d let the gang hit you
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| You thought you had a keeper
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| Head dock when you puffin' on sativa
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| Never thought I’d be a reason to leave her, ya diva
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| Got the keys for ya love and ya leisure
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| It’s lots of partyin', can’t nobody stop the car she in
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| Got the star, nobody tops your gnarly friend
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| You bought bars, then it’s popped, the scars begin
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| Thoughts, know nothing, lots like Rastafarians
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| Got you goin' through emotions
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| When you find out there’s no devotion
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| It’s you she ghostin', when ya girl fled
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| Was playing in your head again and again in slow motion
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| Now you feelin' anger and got a grudge
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| Sick, thinkin' somebody hittin' wit no glove
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| All because up under anger ain’t nothin' but hurt
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| But up under that, you know it ain’t nothin' but love
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| Stuck
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| When you finally realize it ain’t no us, you don’t give no fucks
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| 'Cause the bitch turn around with your boys, givin' up your stuff
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| Ain’t no trust, ain’t no fuss
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| 'Cause everybody already know what’s up
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| What you thought was the one ain’t nothin' but a slut
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| When I target other people involved and straight buss
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| On mamas, for all the dishonor, you might catch a fed case
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| Really wanna see bloodshed for the parties in your bed
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| Wanna pump a lot of lead up in they headspace
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| It’s a blessing, bruh, when it don’t matter who’s sexin' her
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| Keep the vet in ya, but the women livin' dirty
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| What you think all the stress and aggression for?
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| It’s for your love, it’s for your love, it’s for your love
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| It’s for your love, it’s for your love, it’s for your love
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| Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you
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| Had I knew you was a bitch, I’d let the gang hit you
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| Don’t wanna go without ya
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| Same nightmares, I wake up like I was just around ya
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| Another month and I might overdose to forget about ya
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| I’m goin' crazy, this ain’t gangsta, you just took it out me
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| Hell, you just took it out me
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| I’m just tryna bang, bang myself
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| With another little main thang that won’t help
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| I just had sex all week, brand new freaks
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| I don’t know the names, still can’t sleep
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| And then you call me just to hear me lonely
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| Say you gon' pull up on me, and never show up on me
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| You selfish bitch, I bought these drugs, you didn’t show up, you left me stuck
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| You left me stuck, now I give up, I had enough
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| Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you
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| Had I knew you was a bitch, I’d let the gang hit you
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| You selfish bitch, I called you up to call your bluff, you didn’t pick up
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| The phone hung up, you wrong as fuck, you wrong as fuck
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| Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you
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| Had I knew you was a bitch, I’d let the gang hit you (Gang hit you)
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| Yeah, I was gon' split the best part of my pain wit' you
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| Had I knew you was a bitch, I’d let the gang hit you
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| Tech N9ne, Marley Young
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| Real shit |