| That reminds me of the first time I laced it
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| Me and Jane clicked 'cause we hated all the same shit
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| You was almost perfect, it’s sad
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| Rest me head on your bare breasts
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| At least the third best I’ve had
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| You said you loved me, like I love that bucket hat
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| I came so close to tellin' yer I loved you back
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| Then I sobered up, I’m not hatin' though
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| Just imagine both of us, matchin' slippers, old as fuck
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| In the nursin' home
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| Ring-ring, where’s me phone?
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| Shit, I’ve gotta go
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| I know, I know, you’re not a ho
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| Yeah, you’re cool and all of that, but keep it on the low
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| I got your number, yer, I’ll call you, but I probably won’t
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| In the right light, I admit you take a good picture
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| Got some love for you, but I’m not in love with ye
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| I had time to waste, and I’m glad I spent it with you
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| But truth be told, baby, I had nothin' better to do
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| You’re too good-you're too good
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| Yeah, that might be true
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| Got my eye on you
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| A perfect 10, minus 2
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| That’s a strong 8
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| Why the long face? |
| It’s better than a 1 mate
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| I don’t love you ho, I don’t love you ho
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| Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go
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| Then we good to go, then we good to go
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| Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go
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| I don’t love you, ho
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| I don’t love you, ho
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| Just put my — in your — then we’re good to go
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| Aye, that means my dick inside your pussyhole, ho
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| I heard your mouth is sweeter than a fuckin' Tootsie Roll, yo
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| But fuck it
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| Pretty girl, why you buggin'?
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| On the real, why you buggin'?
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| That’s your grave and you dug it
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| I don’t love you, girl, I’m lustin
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| Wore a bucket as a hat before you had a bucket hat
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| Plain to see I brung it back
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| Cigaweed I fuck with that, better gimme some of that
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| Tryna keep my money stacked to the ceilin' of my flat
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| Her pussy lookin' good, so I feed it like a cat
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| And I eat it from the back, I just treat it like a snack
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| She don’t need to know I rap
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| I just need to take a nap coz I’m feelin' so relaxed
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| It’s like I’m sleepin' on the track, catchin' Zs and kickin' back
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| Ungh, while you tryna do the most, I’m just in the studio
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| In a pair of Gucci loafs, with a very groovy ho feedin' me a sushi roll
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| Aye, they don’t love you no more
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| This ain’t fuckin' football, but hear that knock at the door
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| It’s like I’m not in 'em forests, no, I come for the draw
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| I don’t love you ho, I don’t love you ho
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| Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go
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| Then we good to go, then we good to go
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| Just put my (woof) in your (meow) then we good to go |