| We go deep and we don’t get no sleep
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| Cause we be up all night until the early light
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| Man these niggas ain’t serious
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| Do you know what type of women I’ve been dealing with?
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| I used to pop blues with my lil' bitch
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| I call her boo cuz her real one I will forget
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| I use a Uber to scoop me to SLS
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| What you expect, a little groupie to see my crib?
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| Oh no, these niggas ain’t serious
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| Do you know what type of bitches I’ve been dealing with?
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| Try to tell me adderall make her get a rush
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| Used to use it to study until she fell in love
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| Told me that lil buzz make her think a lot
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| Told her «Nah you lying, cuz you don’t eat enough»
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| Nah Nah Nah
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| These women ain’t serious
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| She sprinkled a little something up in her lip
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| Start sipping and now she sweating, her lips clenched
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| Kind of dizzy, her friends tell her to get a grip
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| I’m trying to get me a real woman to take out
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| But for now, they’re wild
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| They rather get it in
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| Girls on drugs
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| Girls on drugs
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| Girls on drugs
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| Pills and such when them beers ain’t enough
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| They still need love
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| In her purse where her hand go
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| She disperse by the handful
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| Coco make her go up
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| Nothing popping, pop a zan when she laying low
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| Bars to break, so many bars to break
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| She at the Grammy’s turnt, none of the stars is fake
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| She like «Oh my God, I’m on the moon and shit»
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| And my particular moon like a platoon and shit
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| You know the niggas I be dealing with
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| Politicians and niggas living it on the rip
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| And my position to give this shit to little kids
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| Is not official unless I’m giving them authentic
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| We’re all living with small demons
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| We’re all sinning, it’s all similar
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| Broads with us and they bong hitting
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| Let me tell you about the bitches I’ve been chilling with
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| The really insecure ones look good as shit
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| Nothing fill the void of a little pill
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| A little shot, she ain’t shy when the shit spill
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| And it’s hard to feel alive when you’re feeling dead inside
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| Beside that the lime light be so real
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| Let me tell you about the bitches that I kick it with
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| Told me nobody love her so she cut her wrist
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| Not enough for the hospital but cut it close
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| That’s why she want to get high because she’s feeling low
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| Told me pour me a vodka pill and little smoke
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| So I could numb her insides and we will never know |