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[VERSE
I'm with you I let you in on everything, but you don't seem to care about anything; All you is have dinner with the president, with no remorse you're trapping for wedding rings; - Super special, hayi hayi yes you Riding in kevlarred bullet proof car; - Can't get to you in that Gucci it's evident you're just way too fruity for many men Babe; And the way you do it, you do it too well , it be you really like it; Burning in the middle of the night girl; doing too well you might be fvcking Nike; Heard the turn you on; With an Apple in her grip, is stunting; And all them niggas ain't to take a bite girl; And that all they're gonna take when they vamos; They go Shop your heart
Oh honey! Watch out for old crocs; Cause when they catch you won't go softly; And you'll running to me; Now don't say I told yah! You better watch out for them old Cause when they catch you they won't go And you'll running back to me; Now don't say I told yah!
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You don't me talking to you cause I'm ruining your chances at marriaging; Hell and back you been, you think you're amazing cause you know a thing or two about Pedi men, you? - fragile? Oh now you've gone too far; Still inside that big bulletproof car - Super fruity as I before everything; And now you got guests, you're entertaining
Ey! Little why you breaking my heart? I got a job enough to to Mars; And you don't my love to set you apart; See you just it like the rest do; The cars, the chainglows and all the meaningless bars - all; Cause you don't wanna special; You just wanna Tetris with them niggas, You stack them and break them up you're jealous; They the way that you're dressing; your feet; The model of the year the are ready to eat
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