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Duh baby outta the junk now and you know that
I ain't never coppin, pleas I don't like trickin' Told I never crank the hoe, bae I crank
Women Why you think I'm f*ckin' on you bae is you
A hoe
Ain't manipulation station, where you tryna go
Just wanna rhythmize where my rhythm at Heard they sendin' hits, homie where you sent
Them at
Pourin' Paul in the river for my dawgs, tryna bring em' back
Ask the Lord, they in hell, he can't bring them back
Classic weekend at berry house, Billy gone
Said meds got him weak, but he stayin' strong zoe even when he hurtin, ain't no pain shown
Told the ladies I'm flat, ain't no money thrown
I ain't prada Chanel, that's two designers, one person stan mad as hell
We know better, we do better, girl, you know that well
I got your back, through whatever, I won't let you fail
That's on NFL, ugh ugh
Before the love album, I wanna spread the knowledge
We was gettin' cheese, homie, why you kept the cottage
This love sharper then a nail, but your hate polished
Showin' people you don't know more, love y'all payin' homage
I'm dumpin' off the heart, not no trash can
It's like they love Junkyardbaby, but they hate Stan
If they talkin' heat, I'ma have to bring the fan
Cranking' out the skillet, homie, I can't do no pan
Y'all can hate me or whatever, that don't do none
Add action to your yapping if you gon' do some
I hit the same spot again, gen, you need fun
My fat homie step on niggas, that's that fi fum
I'm the reason why the Aves hate the city
Kept 100 with my sense, not cents I don't kick with 50
The situation ugly, ain't no way to make it pretty
All them college kids ain't tryna see my gritty