| Young Chop on the beat
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| Ooh, oh, oh, oh
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| She's gonna get, oh
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| My night runs into morning, all the time
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| And through my phone I'm scrolling, bang my line
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| Off the drink it's hard to focus (focus)
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| Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless
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| We can make arrangements though
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| And if you down, down, who knows
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| I might just do you like we lovin', yeah
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| Or make you my numero uno
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| She don’t allow herself to miss nobody else
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| I’ve had days where I was dolo
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| But I never caught a bad case of FoMO
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| Don’t talk to me about your previous
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| You know I’m that times two
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| Penthouse jumpin’ from the front to back room
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| Girls goin’ wild, showin’ off new tattoos
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| My night runs into morning, all the time
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| And through my phone I'm scrolling, bang my line
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| Off the drink it's hard to focus
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| Seems like I am always chosen by romantics that are hopeless
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| We can make arrangements though
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| And if you down, down, who knows
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| I might just do you like we lovin', yeah
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| Or make you my numero uno
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| We get aggressive
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| You be undressin’
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| Making a mess and
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| Cleaning it up when we done
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| I got a serious question
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| Do you like sex? |
| If you thinkin’ yes
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| Then I’m tryna test you
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| Say I’m Khalifa, the best
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| But I got money to get
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| I gotta hop on a jet
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| Probably don’t call, I'ma text
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| Hop in my car, it get wet
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| I’m getting all of my checks
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| I’m winning all of my bets
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| No, I ain’t lettin’ you down
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| Baby, I’m giving a hundred percent
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| My night runs into morning, all the time
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| And through my phone I'm scrolling, bang my line
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| Off the drink it's hard to focus
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| Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless
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| We can make arrangements though
|
| And if you down, down, who knows
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| I might just do you like we lovin', yeah
|
| Or make you my numero uno
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| I can't keep my mind off you
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| I can't keep my mind off you
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| I can't keep my mind off you
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| My night runs into morning, all the time
|
| And through my phone I'm scrolling, bang my line
|
| Off the drink it's hard to focus
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| Seems like I am always chosen by romantics that are hopeless
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| We can make arrangements though
|
| And if you down, down, who knows
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| I might just do you like we lovin', yeah
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| Or make you my numero uno |