| Girl you so fucking fine
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| And I still want to make you mine
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| I still can’t get you out my mind
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| I think about you all the time
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| I recognize you on the grind
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| Well I still want to make you mine
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| I want to fuck you from behind
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| I want to kiss you one more time
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| We broke up, felt like I’m dying
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| I said I didn’t but I was lying
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| Baby remember how we shine
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| We never once stood in a line
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| We smoking kush and sipping wine
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| My bitch so motherfucking fly
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| Look, we smoking kush and sipping wine
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| I want to fuck you from behind
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| She used to be my ride or die
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| But fly little butterfly, fly, fly
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| My bitch so motherfucking fly
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| She used to be my ride or die
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| I want to look her in her eyes
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| And tell her fly fly fly
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| I know you living in the sky
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| But baby girl so do I
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| You balling hard and so do I
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| I think it’s time you recognize
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| Hair by Versace, jump out the big body
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| Pomegranate Maserati, seats green, Wasabi
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| Tiger gold and emblems, rose gold from dentist
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| Massage by Clayborn, collect call from
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| Married life is boring, my house is four stories |
| Tell ghost stories to Coly, then plans in France
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| Two months in advance, shower big enough for eight
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| Pour a seven in my grape Fanta, second glance, diamonds dancing
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| Diamonds dancing in New Hampshire
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| She used to be my ride or die
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| I want to look her in her eyes
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| And tell her fly fly fly
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| I know you living in the sky
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| But baby girl so do I
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| You balling hard and so do I
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| I think it’s time you recognize |