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Shoes off for me shawty walking round in white socks Please don't ask me why, I sip dirty but the floor not Every-time she wanna bring a friend I'm like which thot I don't need you asking how the hell she know my spot Baby you know I'm dope baking soda in a pot Put it on god, till I meet him I won't stop Foreign bitch top I don't keep her on lock Set that hoe free, she come back why not You hate my ways but you can't stay away You need new hobbies and I need more space Put away those heels and I won't change no more names You want me in my feels but I can't feel a thing Three birds off the molly water in my spot Geeked at the party I don't even wanna talk She trippin off that Johnny ima have to let her walk Good girl slut her out now all she do is stalk I get to caught up shoulda woulda coulda all that off a pill Guess who I thought of her whenever you get brought up in the convo And I'm talking in a place I think it's safe it's really not I get too caught up sometimes I just need a break My mind on sex blunts hard drugs codeine keep a double cup cup Mix the haze up with purple sticky muddy stuff Different opps for all the times you got me down and out Used to have more problems than these bills that I be counting now Got more problems than solutions shit was getting to me Got no shoulder I could lean but Drugs is therapeutic She ain't even love me back it's best we get into it Every every time I break my heart I just make better music Every every time you say you love me I just see right through it Every every time that you say fuck me I know we gone do it Every every time that you say you ain't like these other bitches I whip out my dream catcher and I sell you wishes You ain't gotta, you ain't gotta lie to kick it I ain't gotta, I ain't gotta lie to hit it You ain't gotta, you ain't gotta lie to kick it I ain't gotta, I ain't gotta I know life get crazy yeah you need somebody Shawty try befriend me I know that she a thottie Focused on my bands yeah my money yeah my racks yeah I won't even cap where you was at when it was hectic Yeah I'm tryna ride till we can hop on that electric Uh huh everybody want a piece when Rati want some I'm tryna get my racks huh DJ run it back
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