| Last year, yeah
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| I said I think you should come over here, yeah
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| She hit me back like I ain’t even there, yeah
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| She said I’ll call you back when I get here, yeah
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| But that was last year, yeah
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| She said I think you should come over here, yeah
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| I hit her back like I ain’t even there, yeah
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| I said I’ll call you back when I get here, yeah
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| Maybe next year
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| I’ll call you back when I get out of here, yeah
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| My music loud and I can barely hear, yeah
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| Then I pull off like she wasn’t even ain’t there, yeah
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| Cause I remember last year, yeah
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| I’m Mr. Excellent the Domier
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| Silvia chrome cradled in my armor
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| Mountain boys jacking jewelry from the jungle
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| Make me show my teeth I’ll end your night, let’s keep it humble
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| Yeah, nowadays a thing can be an issue
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| Mind your damn business while you build it let me school you
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| Yeah, and I ain’t care about him them or you
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| I’ma move how I gotta move when I-
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| Last year, yeah
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| I said I think you should come over here, yeah
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| She hit me back like I ain’t even there, yeah
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| She said I’ll call you back when I get here, yeah
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| But that was last year, yeah
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| She said I think you should come over here, yeah
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| I hit her back like I ain’t even there, yeah
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| I said I’ll call you back when I get here, yeah
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| Maybe next year |