| We in the endzone she put me in the friendzone
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| Told her I’m sorry I got no patience so I gotta get gone
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| She hate the fact I hang with dope boys and they all got flip phones
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| She don’t know the place that I come from and all the shit I been on
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| Told her I’m sorry but I gotta run up a check
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| Hoes try to greet me with sex
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| You know you my biggest flex
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| Give a fuck about your ex
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| And if that nigga got a problem tell em' to get on
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| Cause' I been tryna get up out the friendzone
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| No white collar job but you know I got racks
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| Don’t wanna be yo friend forever I’m tryna hit it from the back
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| And if I ever get in that pussy I’ma dunk it like I’m Shaq
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| I’m no Penny Hardaway but I got it the harder way
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| She know me I follow the G Code I’m on whatever she on
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| And she always feel like she right she could never be wrong
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| Told her I’m on top of the world and I feel like King Kong
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| She know I’m always coming back like we playing ping pong
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| I give a fuck about a hater I erase em'
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| What she drink don’t do no chasing
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| Fuck them hoes cause' they be hating
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| You can see the hate be blatant
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| My heart down in the basement
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| When she touch me my shit drop
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| And we can be forreal ain’t gotta love and hip-hop
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| We ain’t gotta be that fake shit you know that I been waiting
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| So tell me is you ready cause' my loving ain’t basic
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| You say that you stressing but yo life what you make it
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| And that nigga the reason why you know what a lame is
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| We in the endzone she put me in the friendzone
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| Told her I’m sorry I got no patience so I gotta get gone
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| She hate the fact I hang with dope boys and they all got flip phones
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| She don’t know the place that I come from and all the shit I been on
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| Told her I’m sorry but I gotta run up a check
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| Hoes try to greet me with sex
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| You know you my biggest flex
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| Give a fuck about your ex
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| And if that nigga got a problem tell em' to get on
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| Cause' I been tryna get up out the friendzone
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| No I ain’t yo side nigga
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| Your main nigga can die with em
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| I’m just a friend you know how I kick it with my hittas
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| Won’t talk about yo man cause' I know you gone side with em'
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| Even though that nigga ain’t shit you probably gon' die with em'
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| You know it’s a cold game I’m blow like propane
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| And I don’t need for you to be around and be no no name
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| You telling me go with my hoes but I know these hoes change
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| And I ain’t about to be around no bitch and give her no fame
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| Me and you like Martin Gina
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| I really get racks Serena
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| Fuck that bitch ain’t never seen her
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| You know that I ain’t a cheater
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| Young nigga the don in my city I been a leader
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| When we in the bed the only time I’ma beat ya
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| You done seen enough
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| I don’t did enough
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| So baby tell me wassup
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| Is we fuckin' around or what
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| You can say the word
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| You fuck with that clown or what
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| Tell me is you gone let me put it down or what
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| We in the endzone she put me in the friendzone
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| Told her I’m sorry I got no patience so I gotta get gone
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| She hate the fact I hang with dope boys and they all got flip phones
|
| She don’t know the place that I come from and all the shit I been on
|
| Told her I’m sorry but I gotta run up a check
|
| Hoes try to greet me with sex
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| You know you my biggest flex
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| Give a fuck about your ex
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| And if that nigga got a problem tell em' to get on
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| Cause' I been tryna get up out the friendzone |