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[Intro] Yeah Trademark! Whoa [Verse] Oh no, no, please don't act like that, girl I’m sick of disappointments Secluded where I'm at, I think you should make appointments Treat me like the last man, she need me like ointments I treat this shit like it's the last dance, I’m here for your enjoyment And besides that I'm im- And besides that I'm important Don't compare me to these niggas, they informants All this shit we argued bout ended up pointless Going back in timе to the MGA, it's hot as hell, it's scorching Yeah a nigga scoring, lacе me up I feel like Jordan I ain't tryna miss that much, (Aye) and she be tryna mess me up And she know my back account shit going critical, I been tryna flex Fool around and put 4 in my blunt, understand that shit fuckin' me up When I walk in the Cit girl I need yellow bag, that honey pack blowin’ me up Get yo bitch, she keep blowin’ me up All these niggas keep talking they hoeing me bruh Yellow on me I look like Bumblebee yeah Remember day's I was down on my ass, watching BET awards I’m like damn that's suppose to be us And she sick of this lifestyle calling, it was awesome Up in the morning at 5 AM, don't it get exhausting Growin' up I thought I would be a Celtic, ballin’ out in Boston Fast forward I'm in a penthouse in Beverly Hills, and they validated all my parking You can fit 10 bands in this bitch, that's more than our apartment
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