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I'm really into Shorty with the Afro
Put the beats on that
Whiz kid in the club
Feeling your feel
On the real
Playing telephone on your ear
Dialing on your mid section
OK, In the middle of the section
My oversized fit hid my erection
I give it up like that
Off the crown showing my ass
Mama killed the princess, dirty Diana
They interrogated you
I can hear the fear in your speech
Grabbed you by your neck
Looked you in the eyes
After the rollercoaster ima win you a big big prize
Love in the club on the rise
The lovers always say that they falling love 'till shit get sticky
Bring it back, tell me how you feel about that
I said I love you but can't even write back
I'm disgusted can't be trusted can't be f*cked with
The melodies you sing is telling me that you been f*cking around on me
The music that I listen to confronts my pain
Sunny, no clouds, stay protected, prepared for the rain
Got me for my dollar, for my time, for my soul
Got me in my rhyme, f*ck love I'm in my prime
Thanks for the ammo though
This that cock back and load
Rocking my gold medal
American sensation, my title reign
Kurt Angle in his rookie year
Asthma got me wheezing
Weezy told me to breathe easy
If I spazz I'll end up like you
Under my eye
Permanent tear
Bad decisions made the in rear
My ting so potent
Pheromones on the beat Obsessed keep listening
Do your makeup for me
Go all out, soak in it
Showing me your favorite version of you
Thought your situation was unique, nah there's a few
You hot but I'm outta you league, N-X-T
Fatal attraction come with a fee
1 million 99 gotta put ya two cents in just to hang out with me, dummies
I'll browse through my contacts
I don't wanna see you around
646 handle that
The melodies you sing is telling me that you been f*cking around on me
The music that I listen to confronts my pain
Sunny, no clouds, stay protected, prepared for the rain
Got me for my dollar, for my time, for my soul
Got me in my rhyme, f*ck love I'm in my prime
Thanks for the ammo though
This that cock back and load
You got me, singing my song
For feeling like I never was respected
Put all of my oh
Sending niggas gift bags with Ferrari's in it
Bri mode, free throws, always make those
My old clothes is your new clothes
Daddy spent the pesos on his young don
Gold around my wrist, Daquan
New Body but I been that guy