Tonart: Db major
Verse 1
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MTM, hit 'em with the heat
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Ayy, I'm back in a cycle
Feel like a psycho
Feel like I'm Michael, yuh
Don't look at my bread, don't look
at my whip
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Take a look at my FICO,
yuh
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I'm pacing and thinking of robbing
a bank with the homies I hang with
These hoes wanna make it,
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the bank or the banquet
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Come hang with the gang get shady
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Drunk drive in a Mercedes .45 on
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the hip daily
Screaming out, "Fuck you! Pay me"
I ain't patient, I got OCD
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Feel like I'm not controlling me
Still them hoes gon' fall
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for me
Pussy that they offer me is often
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not too luxury
But let me see what that lick read
Triple digits in the six speed
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Think I fell in love when
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I might fuck around and bust her down
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and buy a Bentley
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For that bitch while you was fucking with them lames,
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I made my baby momma rich
Verse 2
my dick not my emotions
Shed so many tears that I could
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fill an ocean
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We was coasting, now we roller coasting
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Look inside my eyes and feel the
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pain that you put on me
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I just pray to Peep that you
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don't leave me lonely
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Thousand bitches but they
can't do nothing for me
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You my one and only
I know you need some company
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so come on over
Do you love me, do you love exposure?
Verse 3
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Ayy, man, Pouya man, I got
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you man, tell these hoes, "Shut the fuck up!"
Verse 4
Yeah, check this pimping, gotta watch these women,
they catfish (They catfish)
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And it look like Meech in the club every time I
come through tipping (Big Meech)
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Drop that bag, maybe 2 or 3, that's
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if she different (Drop a bag)
Wanna come back, I got that sack, it look
like Christmas (Back in)
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She down to fuck, you tryna cup my nigga
luck (Ayy, you trippin')
This ain't no robbery but my bitch is stuck up,
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well like what's in my cup
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She the quicker, pick her upper, I'm loving the way she suck,
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ayy, pick me up
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She call me Jay (Yeah, hoe), I call
her bae (Yeah, hoe)
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We ain't the Carters but that rock all in
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your face (It's the rock)
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These bitches thirsty but these hoes ain't
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got no taste (Ain't got no taste)
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It's cuffing season man,
these hoes finna get replaced any day, ayy
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