| Hey, baby. |
| Just calling to see what you were doing. |
| I just drove by your house
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| and saw that the lights were on and assumed you were home. |
| You’re not- you
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| wouldn’t ignore my calls right? |
| 'Cause if you are, you know I’ll kill you.
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| Just playing. |
| Call me back, baby
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| I love you
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| Is it even real? |
| (tell me)
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| If it don’t kill you and leave fingerprints
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| Yeah, she waited on my will
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| Went through nine lives, I been dead
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| Saw Jesus on chill
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| Made me burn my whole Rolodex
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| Now we really tryna build
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| If I don’t fuck it up before the sun set
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| I don’t know where you lit up
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| First swipe on Tinder
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| Do you first class, went from thirst trap to Brita
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| Five-footer killer, I’m living in no villa
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| Got me losing hair, man, I’m turning into Krillin
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| All of my homies say «Let her go,»
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| She got me feeling like edibles
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| Both of us came from the barrio
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| Sing and dance on the Maury show
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| She be a freak and I’m dead in the head, fuego, yeah
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| You know I never regret til' the dust settles
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| You kill me (you kill me)
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| We laugh, then we cry, and you kill me (you kill me)
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| We kiss, then we fight, yeah, you kill me
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| I hate that I love it, you love that I hate it
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| Don’t kill me (you kill me), and I kill me
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| Yeah, I stick around
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| 'Cause you be holding me down til' I start to drown
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| You kill me (you kill me)
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| Yeah, y-y-y-yeah, you kill me (you kill me)
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| I gave her keys to the whip and the deed to the crib
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| If I ever tried to leave, she’ll put the keys to the whip
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| Court hearings, hoe earrings, tight jeans with the Timbs
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| From the streets, snatch the weave off a bitch
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| But the pussy’s strawberries, and the sex is barbaric
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| Know that she ain’t all there, but she’ll be the pallbearer
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| Man, that’s loyalty
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| Wrote like fifty songs about my chick
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| She getting royalties
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| Main muse and cause of all my stress was a ladykiller
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| My name rang through the town, on my Frank Miller
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| Like 300 body count til' I got with her
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| Always yelling in my face, I need a pop filter
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| She got melodies for days
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| My Norma Jean from Normandie Avenue
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| Abnormal with a Norman Bates attitude
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| If in the future, something happened and I died for you
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| It’d be you up on the evening news 'cause
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| You kill me (you kill me)
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| We laugh, then we cry, and you kill me (you kill me)
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| We kiss, then we fight, yeah, you kill me
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| I hate that I love it, you love that I hate it
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| Don’t kill me (you kill me), and I kill me
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| Yeah, I stick around
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| 'Cause you be holding me down til' I start to drown
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| You kill me (you kill me)
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| Yeah, y-y-y-yeah, you kill me (you kill me)
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| Girl, we just hook up
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| Hanging to get pissed off
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| 'Cause you say it’s on then I tick you off
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| I act like we ain’t down for eachother
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| But I’d be damned to see you down for another
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| I know that it sound so crazy
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| But the sex be so amazing
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| It’s that love-hate all day
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| Love-hate all day, love-hate all day
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| You kill me (you kill me)
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| We laugh, then we cry, and you kill me (you kill me)
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| We kiss, then we fight, yeah, you kill me
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| I hate that I love it, you love that I hate it
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| Don’t kill me (you kill me), and I kill me
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| Yeah, I stick around
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| 'Cause you be holding me down til' I start to drown
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| You kill me (you kill me)
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| Yeah, y-y-y-yeah, you kill me (you kill me) |