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Uh, you're not on my level, you're not on my level, you're not on my level They tried to apologize, I don't think that's makin' it better Look my demon in his eyes, tell him, he better know better Tryna pull up on your side, baby, you know that I'm better I just brought a foreign to the store Had to ride a foreign with your ho Had somebody open up the door That's your girl? Nah, who knows I ride her, ran her through the mud Hundred packs shoved in the trunk Scared niggas worried 'bout the feds You ain't ever reach for the dough You ain't never show me love It don't even cost you none I ain't even expect none back Keep the change, I'm still stunned R.I.P., I lost my cousin On the West, but I'm still Southern Eatin' grits mixed with the butter High as fuck, I might stutter Baller bitch, I'm a stand out Little shawty got her hand out Gotta chill, I'm a brand now But I keep a drum, I'll bring a band out I want you but I don't how to say that shit just right now Jimmy Choo, I'll buy the shoe and take it 'round, and take you out Uh, dinner look different in light Three chains, I'm not right I'm faded but it's my life Touché, alright Just save my mind Away for now I'm wanted, '09, huh I'm wanted, '09 I'm wanted, '09 I'm wanted, '09 I'm wanted, '09 I'm wanted, '09 I'm wanted, '09 I'm wanted, '09 I'm wanted, '09 You're not on my level, you're not on my level, you're not on my level They tried to apologize, I don't think that's makin' it better Look my demon in his eyes, tell him, he better know better Tryna pull up on your side, baby, you know that I'm better I just brought a foreign to the store Had to ride a foreign with your ho Had somebody open up the door That's your girl? Nah, who knows I ride her, ran her through the mud Hundred packs shoved in the trunk Scared niggas worried 'bout the feds You ain't ever reach for the dough You ain't never show me love It don't even cost you none I ain't even expect none back Keep the change, I'm still stunned R.I.P., I lost my cousin On the West, but I'm still Southern Eatin' grits mixed with the butter High as fuck, I might stutter (High as fuck, I might stutter)
Writer(s): James Haley, Jasper Levering Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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