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Tell me you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth) Tell me what you from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth) Tell me what you from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth) Tell me what you want me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)
Switchin' up your style, but waited too long hit you now, it's wrong Basing yourself, and racing in the name of truth true?
Brother, baby, seen it all And we're tired, so what you want me? (Grill on froze) for the truth
Tell me what you want me (lookin for the truth, for the truth) Tell me what you from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth) Tell me you want from me (Grill on--) (lookin for the truth, for the truth) Tell me what you from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)
Nothing can me if you're not taking my lead Better to be than in need, uh Brother, baby, we've it all And we're tired, uh, so what you want me?
Tell me what you want from me (what you want me, from me) Tell me what you from me (Grill on froze) Tell me what you want me (want, from me) me what you want from me (Oh my God, what camera tho')
for the truth, for the job Blowing like the time, of mouth Shawty told me this world is ours Selfish with that like it's mine Peppermint, double-mint, spearmint, of shit She the type of to get right on the dick Ride on the dick, with no license and uh
No relatives, It's detrimental, be compared to its She the type of to get right on the dick Ride on the dick, no license and shit uh
and forth, wall to wall, using jaw Losing drawers, it's Never off, pussy got, won't let her off, and it's all good out my ex, though, she was the best, though Got on my damn nerves, fresh, though I bought that shirt, she had that mesh shirt I turn it to a sweatshirt, throw on Sweatshirt
She fuck Earl, too She fuck girls, too I with her too Tell her quit the chattin', jaws made for If you fuckin' with me, bet you know you're doin', like
Pep talk. I like the dirty, dirty, the little, it, beat it Tell her mind and my brothers a lot of shit She will get in You know let me hit it I know i'll never make a bitch feel sleepy Go ahead of me and this ain't a A mogul rich nigga, I got pretty tastes She get it like she do I get plenty hate I got call me pretty Drake