Correction Lyrics GO GO [Label Mix] by Doja Cat

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That n***a hame
The Party Never Ends

I still see your shadows in my room
Can't take back the love that I gave you
It's to the point where I love and I hate you
And I cannot change you so I must replace you (oh)
Easier said than done
I thought you were the one
Listening to my heart instead of my head
You found another one, but
I am the better one
I won't let you forget me
You left me falling and landing inside my grave
I know that you want me dead
(where the f**k is Mario Judah?)
I take prescriptions to make me feel a-okay
I know it's all in my head
I have these lucid dreams where I can't move a thing
Thinking of you in my bed
You were my everything
Thoughts of a wedding ring
Now I'm just better off dead
Water

Um, this that
Yes I got the bacon saturated, f**kin' pig fat
I'm not skinny dippin', big drippin', b*t*h, big facts
Uh, Chief Keef that pu**y, bang bang
Pretty please don't act like me and you is the f**king same thing
Yes, n***a, I switch the flow to unorthodox, gang gang
(Ayy, ayy ayy)

They tryna bite like a vampire fang (Gosh damn)
Diamonds water, bendin' like the n***a Aang
Intelligence is only for the gentlemen
So tell the pu**y n***as, "Yes, Trix for kids"
That's a fact like a Snapple cap tip
Lame n***as sayin' that they f**kin' demons
No wonder that they lost up in the sauce in this b*t*h
What you need?
She give tenfold, come here, papa, plant your seed
She can grow it from her womb, a family
Provide lovin' overlooked and unappreciated, you see (yeah)

You can reciprocate
I got delicious taste
You need a woman's touch in your place
Just protect her and keep her safe
Baby, worship my hips and waist
So feminine with grace
I touch your soul when you hear me say
"Boy, let me be your woman"

I'm like "B*t*h, who is your man's?", ayy
Can't keep my d**k in my pants, ayy
My b*t*h don't love me no more, ayy
She kick me out I'm like "Vro", ayy
That b*t*h don't wanna be friends, ayy
I gave her d**k, she amen, ayy
She put her tongue on my d**k, ayy
Look at my wrist, about ten

Anything you do, I can do better
Pull up stuntin' no matter the weather
If she want the D, know that she know that she gotta bring her lil' amiga, I f**k 'em together
Mix the Rick with the Raf on the jacket, that's clever
Raf Simons pockets hold my heavy metal
Remember I was toting the .38 special
Stoned to the bone, was a 5 star rebel
She wanna f**k, I might let her
(Go Fistbump?)
(21)
Know a couple n***as that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a n***a with the llamas flyin...

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