| Look, bro, I told you that that girl ain’t shit
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| When you met her, she ain’t even have a whip (Whip)
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| I seen her walkin' up the street the other day
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| I bust a U and then I went the other way
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| She want a whole lot and she a broke ho
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| Her credit fucked up and she don’t own nothin'
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| My nigga, if I was you, I’d change my phone number
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| And have a bitch answer for me like, «Wrong number»
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| That girl a problem, pshh
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| Extra like her mama, pshh
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| Always in some drama
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| But, damn, y’all got a daughter, I know this shit ain’t easy, just
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| Take it from me, dawg, just cut your losses
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| That’s why you fuck then cut 'em off before they stalkers
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| Now that you really wanna leave and shake her off
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| She gon' chase all your new bitches off
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| 'Cause girls like that, they be nothin' but trouble
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| Girls like that, they be up to no good
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| Girls like that always up in the club
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| Been with some girls like that, prolly more than I should
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| She singing
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| Call Tyrone (Yeah), call him
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| But you can’t use my phone (Woah, woah, yeah)
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| (Brrt, brrt, hello?)
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| You, you the type to talk in front of your honor, dishonest (Woah)
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| For extra child support, made me out to be a monster (You's a)
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| All the shit I wasted on you, time and commas (Damn)
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| You don’t act like you my girl no more, you act like you my mama
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| And I’d never date my mama, that’s fuckin' disgusting (Ew)
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| But that’s how I feel every single time you touch me (Damn)
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| I feel like you lying when you ask me, «Do you trust me?» |
| (Do you trust me?)
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| So I said, «Not to cuff you,» now we talk about custody
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| Man, you holdin' me back, knives to the back (Damn)
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| I don’t even know how to react, I wish I could Wite you out
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| You gon' make me go Kodak Black, you had me on tap just like an app (Woah, woah,
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| woah)
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| Turned around and stunted my growth (No), and I can’t adapt to that habitat
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| Look, look, wonderin' where’d your soul go, with you, that’s a no-go (No)
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| Yeah, I’m not happy as I look inside our photos (Look)
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| Thought you was my type, but you not even the proto (No way)
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| With you, nah, I’d rather be solo with no hoes
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| 'Cause girls like that, they be nothin' but trouble
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| Girls like that, they be up to no good
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| Girls like that always up in the club
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| Been with some girls like that, prolly more than I should
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| She singing
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| Call Tyrone, call him
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| But you can’t use my phone |