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Shawty tryna' play with my head, got me like woah Homie always begging for bread, that was my bro But if they barely stuck to the code, we got to go You solid then i got you we good, yeah Fasho I feel the jealousy cause I'm the man to be Yaw ain't gon' hold it down I got to up my standards G You want to shine with me But never plan with me And just cause we related doesn't mean we family They love me, they hate me, and I can tell you fake They like me, then change, and I just can't relate We grinding for the day, and flip it by the night Put that on my life, hustle till' I die They love me, they hate me, and I can tell you fake They like me, then change, and I just can't relate We grinding for the day, and flip it by the night Put that on my life, hustle till' I die My homegirl from the East side had to re-up My other shawty close to a Tommy like Keisha They had so many goals & I ain't talking bout' Fifa Had me talking different like, Me Te Gusta Chica Viva, La vida, Seniorita Mamacita, you know I see ya' Dream high, soon as you ball, you really see why That flexing got them salty like a margarita, we fly They love you, they hate you, and you can tell they're fake They like you, then change, and we just cant relate I got nothin to say, they know I'm taking flight Put that on my life, hustle till I die They love you, they hate you, and you can tell they're fake They like you, then change, and we just cant relate I got nothin to say, they know I'm taking flight Put that on my life, hustle till I die They love me, they hate me, and I can tell you fake They like me, then change, and I just can't relate We grinding for the day, and flip it by the night Put that on my life, hustle till' I die
Writer(s): Miles Mason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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