| Know, I know
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| Oh, I know, I know, I know, I know, yeah
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| Oh, I know, I know, I know
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| Know how it feel when you feel how you feel 'cause the feeling too real, I know,
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| I know
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| On the first date, I ain’t show up late, I was a no-show, that’s for sure
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| And your heart cold like your nigga just cut the sleeves off of your coat
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| I know this 'cause I feel the same, baby, we in the same boat
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| One in a million, you ain’t got no feelings
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| You tired of the bullshit that you really don’t want no dealings
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| You feel like the realest, you really the illest
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| You wanna be loved, wanna be loved, girl, it been a minute
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| Know she a boss, yeah, she don’t need shit, she don’t need nobody,
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| she just want you to cater
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| She did it all on her own, four, five, six shooters, she don’t need no hater
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| She want a one not two make her better, lil' baby, she about her paper
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| She like sports too, she a Heat fan but her daddy fan of the Lakers
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| Daddy, that’s who raised her, mama from Jamaica
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| Daddy was a Muslim so I tell him as-salamu alaykum
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| Know I was a taker, never been a faker
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| I was a dog nigga with a bad bitch full of good even when I make her
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| I was a player, I ain’t even play her
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| That was my good girl, had a good girl, know I love her and then I hate her
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| We used to layup, she used to stay up
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| She had her own problems, all she wanted was for somebody to come and save her
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| Know how it feel when you feel how you feel 'cause the feeling too real, I know,
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| I know
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| On the first date, I ain’t show up late, I was a no-show, that’s for sure
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| And your heart cold like your nigga just cut the sleeves off of your coat
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| I know this 'cause I feel the same, baby, we in the same boat
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| One in a million, you ain’t got no feelings
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| You tired of the bullshit that you really don’t want no dealings
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| You feel like the realest, you really the illest
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| You wanna be loved, wanna be loved, girl, it been a minute
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| Couple months go by, she don’t need shit, lil' baby on her own and she say she
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| got it
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| She at home all alone, it’s a lot on her mind and I know she cry
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| I met the lil' baby in college
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| Not too many niggas done hit that kitty, too good, pussy got low mileage
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| Fashionista, no stylist, semi-clean like a diamond
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| Lately she on her own and she having dreams about dying
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| Rather bleed before crying, she believe but it’s timing
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| Tried to overdose, stomach, her pills gon' eat at the lining
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| They don’t know, they don’t know that she feel free when she flying
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| They don’t know, they don’t know that she happy that she dying
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| Not the first time that she did it, she only keep on trying
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| And I know how you feel, baby girl, Mercedez, keep on climbing
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| Know how it feel when you feel how you feel 'cause the feeling too real, I know,
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| I know
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| On the first date, I ain’t show up late, I was a no-show, that’s for sure
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| And your heart cold like your nigga just cut the sleeves off of your coat
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| I know this 'cause I feel the same, baby, we in the same boat
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| One in a million, you ain’t got no feelings
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| You tired of the bullshit that you really don’t want no dealings
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| You feel like the realest, you really the illest
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| You wanna be loved, wanna be loved, girl, it been a minute |