| Before I was yours I belonged to her
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| She taught me how to fuck, Venus in Furs
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| Swimming in angelic temperate forests
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| With palm tree daddies hung, singing my chorus
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| You didn’t look back, you didn’t want to turn to stone
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| In the club on my back, you in the club on all fours
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| Are you down for the girl? |
| Do you like girls?
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| Panther asleep beside ivory mami
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| Club papi in the distance wearing camo in the hallway
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| My pussy was camo, we never did it in the Lambo
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| But they gon' write about it like they was right about it
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| And now that I’ve been hurt before
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| He lay me down, I’m on the floor
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| My shirt is off, I’m really stoned
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| And he know that I want the coke
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| Don’t look back, you’ll turn to stone
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| Close my eyes, too turnt, I’m stoned
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| Don’t look back, you’ll turn to stone
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| Close my eyes, too turnt, I’m stoned |