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That's that Kofi Black music
Oh, this what we doin'?
Alright, uh

Took the cold out my heart, went and put it on a watch (Uh)
Middle finger hangin' out the Benz, feel like Pac (Uh)
Spittin' on your cameras, bandana with the knot
Competition lookin' for me, I was waitin' at the top (Uh)
But ain't no competition, ain't no one in my position (Nah)
Didn't mean to flex on niggas, wasn't my decision (Wasn't my decision)
God told me, "Do it," so I did it on 'em (So I did it on 'em)
And hoes gon' be hoes, I ain't trippin' on 'em (I ain't trippin' on 'em)
Niggas dyin' to beat me, so I'm livin' on 'em (So I'm livin' on 'em)
And since they wanna pay attention, I'ma bill it on 'em (I'ma bill it on 'em)
I don't feel her like she feel me, but I'm feelin' on her (I'm feelin' on her)
She thought the sky was fallin' when I dropped the ceiling on 'em (When I dropped, uh)

Then she went and dropped her panties
Fuck your heart, I want a GRAMMY
Don't take molly, don't take Xannies
But there's weed inside the pantry
I get high to get by
She gon' low 'cause she my ho
Shoutout Reem, that's the bro, ayy
Shoutout to my motherfuckin' woes (Motherfuckin' woes)
Uh, we ain't ever home, we on the road (We on the road)
Ain't no lettin' up, ain't catchin' up, we on a roll (We on a roll)
Uh, pull up in that (Skrrt, skrrt), hop out, then I (Brr, brr)
Cameras out, hol' up, let me pose (Ooh)
Pretty motherfucker, put me on the front of Vogue (Ooh)
Niggas tryna be the bro, but they don't know the code (No)
I put "Her" in "History" and sold it 'round the globe (Around the)
This about to be the greatest story never told, nigga (Never told, nigga)
Huh? If you ain't know, then now you know, nigga (Now you know, nigga)
Huh? I wasn't welcome, I imposed, nigga (I imposed, nigga)
Huh? I put this dick inside her soul, nigga, uh (I put it in her soul)
Just to get up under niggas' skin
Fuckin' with the same sex, they say it's a sin (Huh?)
But I'm a dyke and she a fem, it's a synonym (Ooh)
Puttin' M&amp;Ms in the bank, then I go and buy a pack of M&amp;Ms, nigga
Let's get it

Took the cold out my heart, went and put it on a watch
Middle finger hangin' out the Benz, feel like Pac (Skrrt)
Spittin' on your cameras, bandana with the knot
Competition lookin' for me, I was waitin' at the top
But ain't no competition, ain't no one in my position
Didn't mean to flex on niggas, wasn't my decision
God told me, "Do it," so I did it on 'em
And hoes gon' be hoes, I ain't trippin' on 'em
I don't feel her like she feel me, but I'm feelin' on her
She thought the sky was fallin' when I dropped the ceiling on 'em
Niggas dyin' to beat me, so I'm livin' on 'em
And since they wanna pay attention, I'ma bill it on 'em
Let's get it

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