| Talk to her like, boo’d up first, ooh, that skirt
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| Throw chips at her and she make that neck work, like, ah
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| She gon' say what she want, she gon' back it up
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| No bad blood, but she bad enough
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| And she could do it all night, she got stamina
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| She gimme good brain, she doin' algebra
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| And why you actin' ice cold, thought you knew me?
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| I’m right here but you lookin' right through me
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| She got me thinkin' there’s a spark
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| Then she pull the plug, lights out, she go dark (Ah)
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| Lil' momma cool, calm, she don’t stay much
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| Only hit the plug for a re-up (Ah)
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| Always got my intention, clearer
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| Baby clear-headed like freezer (Ah, woo-woo)
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| Lil' board in the box, the bitch Candy Land
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| Baby missin' all of the nerves, I call her Ativan
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| Gonna leave you on read just like The Anchorman
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| Doin' lines with zeros, Lindsay Lohan
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| Bad bitch got feelings, she don’t catch none (She don’t catch none)
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| Red pill, blue pill, you don’t take one (Ah, ah)
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| And I like the way she work, she won’t fake none (She won’t fake none)
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| Talk to her like, boo’d up first, ooh, that skirt
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| Throw chips at her and she make that neck work, like, ah
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| She a California girl, she my Westworld
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| She makin' moves like a chess board
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| She top me off like a fresh pour
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| Then she ask me, «Like, what we gotta text for?»
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| She got me in my head like a whippet
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| She wanna go again right away, we just finished
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| We been up three days, goin' crazy, no sleep
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| It’s like you don’t even miss it
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| Make me come back like FILA
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| She got fire neck, she tequila
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| Throwin' that shit back (Huh), Maria, Maria
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| Slide to her harder than a Visa
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| Doin' more bars than Genius
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| The voice in my head like Joaquin Phoenix
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| Grabbin' on my …
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| Come home, pop out, already top out
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| Hit her with the glove and I make that bitch knock out
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| Bad bitch got feelings, she don’t catch none (She don’t catch none)
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| Red pill, blue pill, you don’t take one (Ah, ah)
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| And I like the way she work, she won’t fake none (She won’t fake none)
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| Talk to her like, boo’d up first, ooh, that skirt
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| Throw chips at her and she make that neck work, like, ah |