| Come and see me
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| Come see me, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| Uh
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| What you mean that you ain’t fuckin' me no more, lil' bitch, is you dumb?
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| Slackin' on my pimpin' made you leave me for a new one
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| Girl, I’m way too wavy, let you play me like it’s too fun
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| Malice to my palace, you the salad to my crouton
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| Keisha, Jenny, Gina, give a fuck about what they say
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| Way too much emotions, I can’t process shit
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| And Gina catch a vibe when I’m hidin' shit
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| Buttoned up too early to acknowledge this
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| Stoopin' to your level for your pride and shit
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| Way too lit, way too blessed to be poppin' shit
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| Way too many hoes hit your phone for your confidence
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| And you knew I had your back like Jada, you was talkin' shit
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| Thought you was my ride, on some Jay and Beyoncé shit
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| Now I’m bitchin', only a few will hold it down 'til it all switches
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| You got options, 'fore I came in, you was lost in it
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| Thought you would change up all your ways but love involved in it
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| Now I can’t see your ass the same, yeah, I’m done with it |