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Prod. By Swagg R'Celious for Progressive Musik Group You feel like it's a doubt 'em all, baby Plucking pictures in them crowds, they all faded And I'm just tryna put it down cause I'm not lazy If I'm your nigga and you proud to shout baby Who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging? You been number 2'ing on bitches, but who number 1 is? Who you f*cking when you under them covers? Tell them bitches that you f*ck and you in love with the realest Uh, yeah, no really I get it Your mother tell you that I'm not the typical nigga No, no, forgive me, I get it I got a Grammy nomination for getting the bitches So you thinking that I'm probably thinking That I probably want you but got a lot of conceiving Probably went east and last, the money, [?] I ain't running with fam, them bammas or TMZ Know what you plan to be, I know what your fantasy is I care about you enough that I can never foresee it She care 'bout me so much, you stressing on who gon' catch us Hearing what people say, I'm hearing that people jealous Oh no, I'm too cold to f*ck with them bitches, baby Yeah, I'm too broke to f*ck with opinions, baby You feel like it's a doubt 'em all, baby Plucking pictures in them crowds, they all faded And I'm just tryna put it down cause I'm not lazy If I'm your nigga and you proud to shout baby Who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging? You been number 2'ing on bitches, but who number 1 is? Who you f*cking when you under them covers? Tell them bitches that you f*ck and you in love with the realest Picture me rolling next to you with no care in the world 10 it out just in case the cameras is there Well I can show you what it do cause I ain't embarrassed Had a motherf*cking roof for amber alert Just rambling words baby, who make 'em in vain? I gotta be thorough with you, you've dated some lames I admit, I'm insane for you, just say you the same Run away from this fame shit and come make me some babies Come make me a son I made you a moon, radiant, baby you a star Ross made me a boss, broads made me this dough Flaws, they insecure like all celebrities are Oh no, I'm too cold to f*ck with them bitches, baby Yeah, I'm too broke to f*ck with opinions, baby You feel like it's a doubt 'em all, baby Plucking pictures in them crowds, they all faded And I'm just tryna put it down cause I'm not lazy If I'm your nigga and you proud to shout baby Who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging? You been number 2'ing on bitches, but who number 1 is? Who you f*cking when you under them covers? Tell them bitches that you f*ck and you in love with the realest
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