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[Hook: Rich Homie Quan] |
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Nobody can't judge me girl I want |
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Judge you neither (uh uh) |
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I love yo smell (yo style) |
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Hotter then a feaver (burning up baby) |
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You diffrent from others (you are) |
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I love yo demeanor |
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You took me back time after time |
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Even tho I cheated |
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That's why ****** with you girl, I ****** with you girl |
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I ****** with you, I ****** with you |
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I ****** with you girl |
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I ****** with you, like you ****** with me |
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I show love to you, like you show love to me |
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And she always come back home |
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Cause I'm her backbone I ****** with you girl |
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[Talking: Quan] |
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I just want to apologize to all the good girls I done hurt |
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Know wat I'm saying I got a heart to man, soo I hope you find |
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It in yo heart to forgive me, u feel me [?] |
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[Verse 1:] |
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I talk about jail alot cause that made me a man |
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Try'd yo best just to hold me down |
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I know you did wat you can |
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Pop's always told me never depend on another man hand |
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He say she say never listen to wat another man sayin |
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But I ****** with you girll, thinking bout putting a baby in ya then later on move in with you girl |
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And ask that name he talm bout tell that ****** wat you really want |
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To do girl, take you on that shoppin spree spend 10 thousand |
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That's just some tennis shoes girl. ****** ha this all for you girl |
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But you still can't |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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The next night we was on the phone you stayed up that ain't nothing new |
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Me creeping on ya, me sneaking on ya, me cheating on ya, ain't noting new |
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If I ****** up you come to, if you expect me cheating you run through |
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My text messages, and my call logs, if you don't beleive me you gone call my dawg |
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That ain't fair at all I'm in a galleria, I'll tear it down her deep throat |
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Want a powerball (suck it baby) them girls want that x call it malcolm, defensive end I'm a tackle |
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I'm ru*******ng in get my sack up, no green bay but I'm a cheesehead when that pack come |
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When that pack come these ******s don't know how to act bruh, smile in yo face |
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But they gone talk behind yo back bruh, I don't care where you at u better know how to adapt boi |
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Cause you sold a couple ounces that don't mean you a trap boy, you can suck my ****** but you can't judge me girl |
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