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I need melatonin, baby, I can't sleep, yeah In that hallway with some G-Star on my jeans, yeah, yeah Why your b*t*h givin' side eyes? He want that beef we give him Five Guys, he got it Keep that stick, uh-huh, If he wanna talk on my name Get your racks up lil' bro, stop eatin' all on my d**k for the fame I need the money, your b*t*h is in love with me Feel like Porziņģis, when I'm in the paint If shawty, huh, yeah, if shawty bad I'll follow on my main (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm with yo' b*t*h and she bad for what She tellin' me, “Are you bad for her?” You was countin' all these racks for real If I wasn't in my bag, but in your situation I would be mad for real Now I always keep that mac, always keep that strap, likе I was a— (Beal) Uh, how long we go now? We goin' up, all my n***as at shows now Talking to gang lеave yo' a** in the showdown Stop f**kin' with me, got nothin' to hold now Stop f**kin' with me, these women some ho's now I feel like Kobe I come with a, yeah Not gonna lie that sh*t move like a— (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) She wanna tell me how she really feel, oh yeah, oh yeah (Skrt) But I cannot mess with that ho she a treesh, oh yeah, oh yeah Big body Coupe I'm a swerve I be too geeked you can call me a (Yeah, yeah) I thought I see you kiss another man, I think I was high off a Perc (Okay) But that's really what it was You really a ho a** b*t*h, you belong in the dirt (Yeah, the dirt) Yeah, I just told you I love you but you forgot about my words If he talk down on the gang we gon' put him right up on shirt, yeah, yeah, yeah I can't go back to her 'cause she broke me (Yeah, she broke me) And I know I'm on my pain with this Codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I been seein' a new b*t*h on the lowkey (On the lowkey) Why this ho really think she can— (Can choose) Get back, huh, Shawty gon' slide to the kick back, yeah When I'm flexin' we gon pop another Tic Tac (On God) Fake a** clout, all that sh*t is fraud So you buying followers, like I won't notice I'm going off lil' b*t*h I know Only want money n***a that's the focus Shawty said, “Evvls you too cold” I need melatonin, baby, I can't sleep, yeah In that hallway with some G-Star on my jeans, yeah, yeah Why your b*t*h givin' side eyes? He want that beef we give him Five Guys, he got it Keep that stick, uh-huh, If he wanna talk on my name Get your racks up lil' bro, stop eatin' all on my d**k for the fame I need the money, your b*t*h is in love with me Feel like Porziņģis, when I'm in the paint If shawty, huh, yeah, if shawty bad I'll follow on my main
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