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You're— you need help, you're disrespectful as fuck You have issues, you don't have any fucking manners Yeah, ayy Don't tell me you love me, don't tell me you— uh Don't tell me you love me, don't tell me you— uh I feel like I got nobody to trust I fell in love with the money, it give me a rush I fucked the shit out this bitch, got my dick in her gut Jump on the stage, go brazy, I'm turnin' 'em up I lost my brother, ain't nobody care, I'ma make sure they remember your name Take one of my dogs, I'm not playing fair, I'ma make somebody feel my pain Fuck up that bag and stay in your lane Catch me a body and jump on a plane Smokin' on Oski, it's all in my brain I got a bust down Johnny Dang She wanna hang with the stars, I wanna play with her heart Baby, I don't need a key, you know my whip push-to-start Don't tell me you love me, don't tell me you— uh Don't tell me you love me, don't tell me you— uh I feel like I got nobody to trust I fell in love with the money, it give me a rush I fucked the shit out this bitch, got my dick in her gut Jump on the stage, go brazy, I'm turnin' 'em up On the road and search for him It's a whole lot of hams, a whole lot of clowns, I promise you, baby, I'm him They play with my name, they play with my top, I promise not livin' again Why does lovin' you feel like sin? Give me head in that big body fire, give me head in that big body Benz Asking for money, don't call me, don't make me say it again You never worried about me, so don't even call me a friend I'm on the road where they love me the most Bought a new pint of Wocky, let's have us a toast It suggests that there may be some type of involvement with a demon We love D. Savage
Writer(s): Elaye Slattery, Joseph Quinones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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