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ZvanZ
She havin' deep thought, and I can see it
Everything that I say, know I mean it
Said "I love you", just believe it
I hate it when we argue for no reason
Pourin' up that cup, I think I'm drinkin'
I'm pourin' up for nothin', think I'm fiendin'
She goin' out for nothin', think I'm cheatin'
I can't blame lil baby, I'm a demon
We out and order Sprite and put Codeine in it
But she don't like that sh*t when I be ignorant
I'm pourin' up the pint what you had spent on rent
If she don't like her ass then we fixin' it
Hop out X6 twin-turbo, big as sh*t
My b*tch bad and she boujee and she Snicker thick
n*gga tryna pluck 20 'till we split his wig
You could try to try my b*tch, but you ain't gettin' sh*t
You n*ggas dancin' for my ho
I keep checkin' on my ho
I ain't never stressin' on my ho
I count these backends with my ho
You be actin' for your ho
You'll get slapped in front of your ho
I can't believe these jokes
n*gga dapped me up sayin' bro
Then try to talk to my ho
But we ain't stressin' anything
It's still purple everything
It's still purple everything
Blowing up his phone, I know I’m tripping for no reason
He gon’ call it crazy, but I say I call it feening
He don’t want no other ho’s ‘cause then this sh*t too easy
Know I talk a lot of sh*t, but he know I don’t mean it
They gon' say I'm tripping, but I got a hundred reasons
One hundred f*cking reasons, I’m never ever leaving
Nope, I ain’t leaving
Even if we ain’t speaking
And if we ain’t speaking, you know Ima be pleakin'
Real b*tch, I ain’t nothing like these groupie ho’s
Nothing like these b*tches sitting front row at your f*cking shows
He need him a real one, suck him make him feel summin’
I know I ain’t tripping man I bet you I might kill some
(Yeah) Kill some, f*ck it (Yeah) drill summin’
Make [?] still c*m ‘cause I make him feel summin’
Feel summin’, this lil’ [...]
Swear to God it make him feel numb
ZvanZ
She havin' deep thought, and I can see it
Everything that I say, know I mean it
Said "I love you", just believe it
I hate it when we argue for no reason
Pourin' up that cup, I think I'm drinkin'
I'm pourin' up for nothin', think I'm fiendin'
She goin' out for nothin', think I'm cheatin'
I can't blame lil baby, I'm a demon
We out and order Sprite and put Codeine in it
But she don't like that sh*t when I be ignorant
I'm pourin' up the pint what you had spent on rent
If she don't like her ass then we fixin' it
Hop out X6 twin-turbo, big as sh*t
My b*tch bad and she boujee and she Snicker thick
n*gga tryna pluck 20 'till we split his wig
You could try to try my b*tch, but you ain't gettin' sh*t
You n*ggas dancin' for my ho
I keep checkin' on my ho
I ain't never stressin' on my ho
I count these backends with my ho
You be actin' for your ho
You'll get slapped in front of your ho
I can't believe these jokes
n*gga dapped me up sayin' bro
Then try to talk to my ho
But we ain't stressin' anything
It's still purple everything
It's still purple everything
Blowing up his phone, I know I’m tripping for no reason
He gon’ call it crazy, but I say I call it feening
He don’t want no other ho’s ‘cause then this sh*t too easy
Know I talk a lot of sh*t, but he know I don’t mean it
They gon' say I'm tripping, but I got a hundred reasons
One hundred f*cking reasons, I’m never ever leaving
Nope, I ain’t leaving
Even if we ain’t speaking
And if we ain’t speaking, you know Ima be pleakin'
Real b*tch, I ain’t nothing like these groupie ho’s
Nothing like these b*tches sitting front row at your f*cking shows
He need him a real one, suck him make him feel summin’
I know I ain’t tripping man I bet you I might kill some
(Yeah) Kill some, f*ck it (Yeah) drill summin’
Make [?] still c*m ‘cause I make him feel summin’
Feel summin’, this lil’ [...]
Swear to God it make him feel numb
