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Calling on my phones sending questions Damn i am way too high don't have no answers I'm just with the niggers and we trappin Outchea postin in the thug mansion Smoking killo motherfuck the cops yeh Smoking killo take it to the top yeh I'm just chilling smoking on this gas I ain't with no bitches if you asking Posting up with my bro's smoking on some good shit Then you start calling my phone asking me some bullshit You looking for love i just got some good dick I do not know love girl i am fucking clueless Fucking clueless Only thing i ever love is the music Yeh i'm tryna bust a nut and the truth is Baby you cannot be cuffed yous a lil trick Yous a lil bih Flame SA: I've been on my own yeh own Making songs baby see you on the weekend Can i answer calls? not at all In my zone girl i am faded off this cheese Calling all my phones all night long Just to tell me that you wetter than the deep end But i be on my own yeh own making songs Baby see you on the weekend I've been all alone without you I've been on my own without you Where the hell I've been i'll show you proof I've been with my niggers in the stu All in the stu, not with another bitch Acting like you mad i know you proud of it You gone let me fuck or you gone politic Girl you just need to swallow your pride a bit We can rendezvous when i am done working We do whatever we should do You can bring your friends, i just pull up with the crew This the way it's been baby this ain't nothing new Are you gone let me work or you gone trip about it When i'm finished we can always take a trip about it Flying overseas at least i am not in these streets
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