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1] You can to us, you can walk to us But you lost to us Worth your worth in But ain't how much you cost to us You don't know, worth your weight in fine, but you can't get back across to us Your dime bags freeway And Ross to us, your cartel, you ain't barball You a Barbie, you can't that why your bar fell And your pussy From all them niggas push it back Nasty nostalgia all the places you took it at are where you looking at Now what? You cut heels, and your hair up? You know how many bills been your pudding pack? You done clicked up with lame We got to see in a frame You the picture to the same Niggas that came all inside of brains Self approved but don't it up but don't front Just to return to getting turned out And for what you want Sucking for what you But you don't even need that You just for love But you even really believe that
2] You feeling yourself a too much (Stayed up all you, self) She's her self, why you gotta be so rough? You done your fingers to the bone Their feeling herself a little too much (She played with it, but she stay in it) She's her self, why you gotta be so rough? You done worked fingers to the bone (Yeah) their