| Won’t you tell me what I want to hear
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| Won’t you tell me what I want to hear
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| Won’t you tell me what I want to hear
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| Y’all be on some hoe shit
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| I’m just sipping potion
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| Chilling by the sea yeah
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| The city by the ocean
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| You know what I’m smoking
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| On that potent
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| I’m on that cloud 9
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| Yeah bitch I be floating
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| Y’all be on some hoe shit
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| I just do my own shit
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| Focus on the money nowadays that’s some grown shit
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| (…) flight I just got flown in
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| Wheres your bitch at is she finna slide through
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| Wonder why she want to hide you
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| Wonder why you always lied to
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| Cause you the one she gonna cry to
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| I’m the young man running through the city like I’m Bruce Wayne
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| I switch up bitches when my mood change
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| Young boy but I do things
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| Young boy but I do things
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| I’ma break it down for you right now
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| 24 hours out the day I be working
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| I’ma break it down for you right now
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| 24 hours out the day she be twerking
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| I get that work in
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| I get that work in
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| Y’all be on some hoe shit
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| I be on my own shit
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| Focus on the money nowadays
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| I be on some grown shit
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| Still sipping on that potion
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| Still smoking on that potent
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| Cloud 9 private jets when we fly
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| Yeah you know that I stay floating
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| Y’all be on some hoe shit
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| I just do my own shit
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| Worry about me then you must’ve lost focus
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| Worry about me then you must’ve lost focus
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| Y’all be on some hoe shit
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| I just do my own shit
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| Worry about me then you must’ve lost focus
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| Worry about me then you must’ve lost focus
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| I be on some
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| I be on some grown shit
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| Moving on my own shit
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| I guess this is how it goes
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| Shawty wonder why
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| I can’t keep her close
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| I been on the rise
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| Rocking all these shows
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| Every other night
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| Hit me when you’re home
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| You should come by
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| I just sent a car
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| You could come and stay
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| We could have some fun
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| There ain’t much to say
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| We knew what it was
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| She said it depends
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| Ever since then we ain’t really been friends
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| And ever since then she the one I can’t stand
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| Saying I’m a man now she gone with the wind
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| Gone with the wind
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| Free my homeboys
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| I’m working so when you come back it’s in a Rolls Royce
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| I know what the juice and the streets do
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| Only cry when homies die and their knees bent
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| Yeah hit 50 for the beef |