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(Ooh, I love [?]) Y'all really tried to play me like I ain't that nigga Like I ain't been that nigga Like I ain't been upping rolls Y'all niggas silly Ayy Up late, get it in like I hate sleep Get head for thirty minutes, bitch, my legs sleep Can't stress over a bitch that you can't keep I see y'all wanna hop on our wave, go and take a leap Y'all not active and y'all BINs don't hit I can really sit and count a twenty strip when I shit I don't even know, eeny, meeny, miny, moe when I pick Man, she keep giving me that look with my card, I'ma dip Drip wet, got a feeling I might do it Bitch bougie, can't nobody touch her booty Told her, "You a fool if I can't" And I'm feeling like Picasso, girl, I wanna paint yo face I heard what I say too explicit Well I can't help this shit if I live it (I swear to god) Make plays together then we split it If you heard that I'm punching, nah, dummy, I ain't hitting Don't go to school but I'm still in my bag I probably spinned the bitch you want and left her ass sad You finally got your [?] boy, I'm glad But now I get my cheese and disappear like a dad Talk 'bout shooting? Nah, bro, this not the day When I give you that look then you gotta spray I'm looking like, nah, girl, this not the way I grab her hair like, "Bitch, you tryna set the play?" Don't you ever try to play me for a dummy I put my glasses on like, "What the fuck is so funny?" You playing with some fire if you playing with my money You that one bitch that wanna be a ho when it's sunny Came up off the phones, feel like Steve Jobs I know some niggas with no straps and they still rob Throwing plays to my nigga Tron, he don't miss a lot Ham after ham after ham, he don't miss his job Karma on my ass, told that bitch come and find me Walked in, fit drip like water, I'm Dasani Get the head or ho the bitch, hmm, I'm deciding If it ain't a M when my phone ring then I'm declining I couldn't cap on these songs with my gown Bitch, what the hell you doing? We finna go another round Boy, I let these hoes go with no problem, you just hound And I ain't picking up shit when I get it off the ground Told that bitch I'm that nigga, she said period Do we shit on these niggas? Is you serious? She say, "Why they sending money? I'm just curious" Told her ass, man, I lost my wallet like a idiot Starting to feel like Dame 'cause I'm slept on Feet on these niggas' necks, they get stepped on When they counted Dame out, what he do? So don't be mad when you see me acting new Clock is off Portland has a timeout Lillard A chance to send the Thunder home Lillard, long range three And, it's good! At the buzzer! Damian Lillard! Are you kidding me!?
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