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Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Let's go, let's go) Do-doo! Separate fake from the real How can I trust a hoe who treats me like I'm a part of a deal? Bought her Off-White Now she tryna eat me off like I paid for the meal Too damn hot, no jacket can make me feel this way, so chill Why's your texts so sincere? I know you wanna play Bitch, come here I fuck up the cities, they keep saying, "hako the next, he the up" I spent a minimum all on the firе, usually that means I'm totin' in up She call me phonе, like "Little bitch, I am not listening, I shouldn't even pick up" I put my phone on silent Now she keep on trippin', she must think I'm callin' my hoes Yeah, I moved round the city, I'm ho— (Shh), keep your voice down Used to move round them bushes and smoke, now I don't even talk loud These hoes be ruthless, off of the hook Fishin' me pound for pound (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' me song for song, maybe twice of three per track These haters got me, I'm shot But they don't know i'm bleeding out cash I spent my first check on the Track', the hawk The beamer, even my licence don't pass (For shit, well) This chopper ran down the blitz My bros love me for cash Girl remind me of your name, sometimes I get mixed up Oh, shit, up I know you're tryna play tough and shit I can get hoes but I just want your skin (Separate fake from the) My bad that's my worthless side (I just gotta) Separate fake from the real How can I trust a hoe who treats me like I'm a part of a deal? Bought her Off-White Now she tryna eat me off like I paid for the meal Too damn hot, no jacket can make me feel this way, so chill Why's your texts so sincere? I know you wanna play
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