| So, lemme just get a feel for it first
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| And there we go
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| We gon' go crazy
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| (Ayy, it’s on the track, boy)
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| Ayy, uh
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| Met her in LA, flew her out the state
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| Tryna make her my out of state bae
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| And I ain’t buy you Prada yet, but I’m proud of you, bae
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| Tell the truth, I won’t lie to you, bae
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| Set the world on fire for you, bae
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| And I treat you like my homie 'cause I’d die for you, bae
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| Oh, know them bags ain’t enough
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| And just 'cause he got a bag don’t mean that he tough
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| You know I ain’t gotta beg, I see that he bluff
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| I put my dick between your legs, I have you creaming and stuff
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| I ain’t do shit, I ain’t like them, so what you leaving me for?
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| Tell me, is it dick the only thing you needing me for?
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| Tell me pack my shit, want me to go, but I won’t leave out the door
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| I’ll stick around, just say you need me for more
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| And they say love hurt
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| If nobody been loved, I’m tryna be loved first
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| My first love was an SRT
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| First day we met, I got no love, treated me like a refugee
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| Play wrong, he gon' rest in peace
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| Tired, I ain’t get no sleep
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| Standing inside his bushes, I’m tired, I been on my feet
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| But you the only one I told and that’s a fact
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| Just promise if he die that you gon' always have my back
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| Cut 'em off and stare at the crime scene
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| I’m smart but that’s a time thing
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| 'Cause time after time I been played
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| And that’s why you remind me
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| That I can never be lost in the sauce, I’m a boss
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| And everything was a lesson, from that loss, I gained it all
|
| Met her in LA, flew her out the state
|
| Tryna make her my out of state bae
|
| And I ain’t buy you Prada yet, but I’m proud of you, bae
|
| Tell the truth, I won’t lie to you, bae
|
| Set the world on fire for you, bae
|
| And I treat you like my homie 'cause I’d die for you, bae
|
| Oh, know them bags ain’t enough
|
| And just 'cause he got a bag don’t mean that he tough
|
| You know I ain’t gotta beg, I see that he bluff
|
| I put my dick between your legs, I have you creaming and stuff
|
| I ain’t do shit, I ain’t like them, so what you leaving me for?
|
| Tell me, is it dick the only thing you needing me for?
|
| Tell me pack my shit, want me to go, but I won’t leave out the door
|
| I’ll stick around, just say you need me for more
|
| And they say love hurt
|
| If nobody been loved, I’m tryna be loved first
|
| That’s why you remind me
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| That I can never be lost in the sauce, I’m a boss
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| And everything was a lesson, from that loss, I gained it all |