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Oh yeah, yeah

My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me, but I know you very well
You leave your accolades up on your shelf
You spend your days and nights inside hotels
And you hate it, I could tell

Oh, you're high
It's a party on this side, come and dive in (Woo)
I would read the rule if suddenly she like me, dawg
I could fit all these things in the coupe
Add the [?] and I'm lookin' for uhh
Spotlight, streetlights, dark now, but you don't mind it
You like findin' reasons to smoke some
Drink some, pop one and then repeat it
Fix up, girl, you need it

She said, she said she knows a ting, I ensure my notes
Got a big body with keys in the coat, yeah, yeah
A baggy full of snow to normal out my high
That pu**y so nice, man that pu**y so polite
Everywhere she go, I make sure she alright
But talking too much is that ting's only vice

My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me, but I know you very well
You leave your accolades up on your shelf
You spend your days and nights inside hotels
And you hate it, I could tell

Oh, you're high
It's a party on this side, come and dive in (Woo)
I would read the rule if suddenly she like me, dawg
I could fit all these things in the coupe
Add the [?] and I'm lookin' for uhh
Spotlight, streetlights, dark now, but you don't mind it
You like findin' reasons to smoke some
Drink some, pop one and then repeat it
Fix up, girl, you need it

Oh, I'm a bad influence
That's nothing new to how I'm livin'
Marble floor, chandeliers and high ceilings
Twenty tings passed out on the floor
Not counting the maid that's cleaning
That's nothing new to the life I'm leadin'

Oh, I'm a bad influence
That's nothing new to how I'm livin'
Marble floor, chandeliers and high ceilings, ayy
Twenty tings passed out on the floor
Not counting my likkle mamacita
She couldn't handle the life we're living, yeah
Ayy, ayy, tweaking, we go high up
Blowin' kush smoke into the fire
'Cause the hybrid, keeps me wired
Keep us going through the night, yeah, oh yeah
Mama made me nervous, so I swear to god
You could keep on talking you might push your luck

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