| Time and time again
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| I tell 'em I don’t love 'em I just fuck 'em
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| Then I move on to another one, pass 'em to my brother
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| Get that pussy under cover, got her ass from her mother
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| Got my weed straight from Berner, you a nerd so you cuff her
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| I could hardly trust these bitches I learn they no sucker
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| On that gas like a trucker, smack the ass when I fuck her
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| I get plenty love, it’s all of the above
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| I’m on Gin and drugs, give me some
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| Then it’s straight to the club, pockets feelin' numb
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| Niggas love trynna hate on us, they ain’t real enough
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| Always feelin' building up, young and I’m rich as fuck
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| Text your bitch, I ain’t trynna «Netflix &Chill"with her
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| I’mma roll and drink, give her the best dick she ever had
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| She don’t fuck then I’mma get her bestfriend instead of her
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| My cash is irregular, I bag bitches everywhere
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| Got some clothes still got on the tags that I don’t never wear
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| You on last smokin' doin' dabs I run through the cash
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| They tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign
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| You don’t believe in what you hear, it’s all the same
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| You been here time to time, you heard it all before
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| After I fuck you once I’ll never call again
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| These bitches be like
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| Dick hoppin', clique hoppin' for better positions
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| Pillow talking to any nigga payin' attention
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| They on a mission tryna fog up a players vision
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| Fuck then I’m finished, before you leave bitch go clean that kitchen
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| I ain’t gon lie oh yeah the Chachi was a victim once
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| Before that happens again you will catch me smokin' blunts
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| And all I do is papers, all I’m bout is paper
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| Love you for the night, tomorrow we are strangers
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| You ain’t gotta call cause I ain’t
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| Textin' «Can we kick it?"no reply
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| You text again like I thought we had a connection
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| I texted back «Bitch I ain’t that type of guy»
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| Gang over everything
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| Taylor, Diamond Lane we the reconnected
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| Bombay and bomb dick bitch is better then expected
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| Bossed up, fuckin' top so you better no disrespect
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| It’s Compton to the fuckin' burbs we connected
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| Hit the exit
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| They tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign
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| You don’t believe in what you hear, it’s all the same
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| You been here time to time, you heard it all before
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| After I fuck you once I’ll never call again |