| It’s a cold cold world outside
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| I ain’t got no one that I can trust, I got my guard up so high, I can’t even be
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| with you
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| Tell me bae now can we please stop fighting, I need you on side me
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| I might lose my life tonight
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| Later on, I’m gon be Maybach riding, world war 3 inside me
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| Tryna see why nothing I do ain’t right
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| He don’t give a fuck bout nobody but himself
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| He wouldn’t give no dime of care if I left
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| Know he got shit popping but at home he got shit going on
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| lean pass me my styrofoam
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| Don’t conversate bout me with your friends
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| Confiscating bring back that
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| Love me right and bring back my mind
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| And don’t never leave like ones back then
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| Tryna ride and have fun
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| I just wanna see you set some trends
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| Don’t leave me like way back then
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| Wasn’t even there for me even most my mans
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| I just wanna ball off fall off in my big home
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| All these drugs that I’m on
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| From the prison got me on
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| PO just wanna be left alone
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| They tryna say Top wrong, they tryna say Top wrong
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| tryna fuck you in the coupe
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| Next time I flood you with diamonds I’m going extravagant, do your wrist too
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| Panic, I buy you a Patek you better go tell
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| Flood my kids with diamonds like I do my crew
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| Oh, tell me now
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| Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me
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| Something better off
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| The shit that I painted, the shit that they see
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| The shit that I live and the things that I breathe
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| They don’t want me to succeed, I still ain’t make it out
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| I see it all in my dreams
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| Wrist rock
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| All these niggas, they done flip-flopped
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| Catch me out on scene with a big Glock
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| Know that I might leave
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| Hoping all my pain I spilled starts one day paying off
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| Hope my daddy get to pull it and let my mans out
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| We got a drop now, okay load up let’s ride out
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| I can’t take a risk without my stick what’s just my sign now
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| How the fuck I’m talking bout, can’t take a risk all by myself at all
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| Better not get yourself involved
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| It’s a cold cold world outside
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| I ain’t got no one that I can trust, I got my guard up so high, I can’t even be
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| with you
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| Oh, tell me now
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| Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me
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| Something better off
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| Oh, tell me now
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| Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me
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| Something better off |