| We just broke up this shit is kinda new
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| I admit I’ll still be riding through
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| I heard you got another nigga too
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| I’ve seen his benz that 2009 shit
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| Plus your homegirl outchea fuckin
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| 'Cause she let all my friends hit
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| That’s off subject I know fuck it,
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| Bring them papers keep them dutches
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| Tell 'em haters they some busters, bad bitch
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| Then I bag it like I work out in publics
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| Got plenty girls so many girls
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| And pieces of me love it
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| But some pieces of me doesn’t
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| Guess that’s a players nature
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| Guess I holla at you later
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| Are you really done, I mean really done with me?
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| You said you will be here counting millions with me
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| Now you gone, my baby’s gone, you’re gone
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| And I want for you to come on home
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| I’m going crazy
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| But I can’t act that, fresh snapback
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| My cup is full of hennessy just me and my Bentley
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| Windows down, got a joint rolled
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| Where I’m 'bout to go a nigga don’t know
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| But I’m, but I’m sick of playing hard
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| I give up girl, sick of fighting this war
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| 'Cause I’m losing if I’m losing you
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| Can’t shake, heart break, can’t fake baby wait
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| I’ma say it, I admit it girl I’ve been a fool
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| Sick of playing hard, I’m sick of playing hard
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| I’m sick of playing hard but that’s something that I can’t help
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| Fucking all these broads I’ve disgusted with my damn self
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| My back you would massage I miss how your hands felt
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| But the show goes on, and that’s even if the band left
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| Catch me in Miami puerto rican with a dance on
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| Talk is something sexy but I never understand her
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| Te amo mami but yo no se, I’m lonely mami I’m not ok
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| But I can’t act that, fresh snapback
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| My cup is full of hennessy just me and my Bentley
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| Windows down another joint rolled
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| Where I’m 'bout to go a nigga don’t know
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| But I’m, but I’m sick of playing hard
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| I give up girl, sick of fighting this war
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| 'Cause I’m losing if I’m losing you
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| Can’t shake, heart break, can’t fake baby wait
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| I’ma say it, I admit it girl I’ve been a fool
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| Sick of playing hard, I’m sick of playing hard
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| I’m so sick of frontin' like I don’t miss you when you leave
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| And laying in bed at night you even sexy girl when you sleep
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| Feels a little crazy lying here alone
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| But I’m stuck on that nigga shit
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| That I be on, that I be on
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| And it’s that nigga shit that got me smoking, driving, drinking girl
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| I’m tripping, blowing up your phone
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| But I’m, but I’m sick of playing hard
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| I give up girl, sick of fighting this war
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| 'Cause I’m losing girl
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| Can’t shake, heart break, can’t fake baby wait
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| I’ma say it, I admit it girl I’ve been a fool
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| Sick of playing hard, I’m sick of playing hard
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| So uh
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| (Sick of playing hard)
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| Yeah I’m just
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| (Sick of playing hard)
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| Without you
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| Feels a little crazy
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| Yeah
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| Just, I just
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| I’m sick of playing hard |