| Busta, bap—
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| Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen
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| Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen
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| Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen
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| Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen
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| Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen
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| I asked your bitch if I could bum a cig
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| She said she got a Kool, I said, «that's cool»
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| I don’t give a shit what kind of cigarette that you prefer to smoke
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| I needed a reason to talk to you
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| Girl, it’s true, what it do?
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| You making Ruby drool
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| Yeah, $lick slapped me across my face
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| Snapped me right back in my place
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| What the fuck? |
| My pace sure lacks an ace
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| I’m such a slave to my old ways, make no mistake
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| All of these hoes want Ruby 'cause of the cherry
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| Fuck her pussy, I wanna be buried, bitch
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| She wanna be my girl and ride with me
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| She wanna creep up in the night with me
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| Blowin' up my phone like «$lick, I love you»
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| I’m too detached, I don’t feel nothing for her
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| I might relapse and put these drugs above you
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| I might just snap and kill another for you
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| You see? |
| It’s dangerous when I think of her, when I think of us
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| When I think of love, think about my ex, think about the rest
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| None of them hoes used to give a fuck
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| Call Ruby up, «get the Uzi, bruh»
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| I’m so sick of these hoes, light up the joe
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| Bury her in the grave I dug
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| Did it all in the name of love, in the name of love
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| In the name of love, ayy
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| Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen
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| Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen
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| Front, front— |