| Chea! |
| Ayo!
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| Ayy, you know what it is, shawty
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| Maybe, maybe it’s the money, baby, maybe not
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| Maybe I fell in love with ya on the spot, never lie
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| I keep it G, I told you that there off the top
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| Maybe you never met a street nigga thuggin' on the block
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| And I ain’t fuckin' with no thot, shawty
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| Powerball, this your shot, shawty
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| And if they hatin' let them talk, shawty
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| And I been drinking too much, and it got me thinking too much
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| You in my head, what the fuck?
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| I say, boy, you done did it, love how you kiss it
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| Ooh you can get it, I never felt like that before
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| Ooh, you the realest, yeah, I admit it
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| All in my feelings
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| Had to pause, nigga, wait a minute
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| Almost tapped out when you started swimmin'
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| A little cocky, I can deal with that
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| 'Cause you put it down and I need parts of that
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| Just text your phone, nigga, «Where you at?»
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| Give me rounds, I need all of that
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| Ain’t even gotta knock, left the door unlocked
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| So is you tryna take it down or nah? |
| Or nah?
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| Maybe it’s the liquor, maybe it’s the song
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| Don’t know what it is, but you turn me on
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| Maybe it’s the bar, maybe it’s the car
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| Don’t know what it is, maybe I’m in love
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| In the club twisted, ooh, reminiscing
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| Boy, I can vision round two
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| It’s me and you and I’m winning, it’s no competition
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| Boy, you about to, uhh
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| Had to pause, nigga, wait a minute
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| Almost tapped out when you started swimmin'
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| A little cocky, I can deal with that
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| 'Cause you put it down and I need parts of that
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| Just text your phone, nigga, «Where you at?»
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| Give me rounds, I need all of that
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| Ain’t even gotta knock, left the door unlocked
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| So is you tryna take it down or nah? |
| Or nah?
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| Maybe it’s the liquor, maybe it’s the song
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| Don’t know what it is, but you turn me on
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| Maybe it’s the bar, maybe it’s the car
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| Don’t know what it is, maybe I’m in love
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| Who she seeing? |
| Who she fucking on the low?
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| She kissing him, she kissing her, she one of those
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| Fuck is you? |
| You TMZ, you Sandra Rose
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| That’s little sis, I’m big bro, so let’s go
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| Maybe it’s the way I speak it
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| Know the spot, and how to reach it
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| When I meet your man, shake his hand
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| That’s I’ll keep our little secret
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| Woo, no pillow talk, no kiss and tell
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| They countin' coins, my pockets deeper than a wishing well
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| She like ballers, she like Birkin buyers
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| She got a wild side, she like dope boys with a certain fire
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| That’s me, nigga, so that’s me, nigga
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| No if, ands, no maybes, so that’s oui nigga
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| Maybe it’s the liquor, maybe it’s the song
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| Don’t know what it is, but you turn me on
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| Maybe it’s the bar, maybe it’s the car
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| Don’t know what it is, maybe I’m in love
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| Ooh, oh, ooh
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| Maybe I’m in love
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, damn
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| Had to pause, nigga, wait a minute |