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Notice me, singin' my pain just like Jodeci Notice me, singin' my pain just like Jodeci Notice me, singin' my pain just like Jodeci Hol' up, like I just popped a xan, can't think about you (Ooh) Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth (Ooh) Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true (Yeah) Rather be dead or with you Popped two, three percs, now I'm floating on the moon Fuckin' on a thot ain't new (Okay) Count a hunnid bands in the room (Okay) Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's, like I just popped a xan, can't think about you (I can't think) Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true Rather be dead or with you Popped two, three percs, now I'm floating on the moon Fuckin' on a thot ain't new Count a hunnid bands in the room Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's, like Ooh, ooh, ayy Yeah yuh, yeah yuh Yeah yuh, yeah yuh (Hol' up, like) Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Letras de cancionesYuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Took a while for you to notice me (Facts) Singin' my pain just like Jodeci (Ooh) I've been thumbin' through bands so ferociously (Ooh) And I keep them bags just like some groceries (Ooh) And I'm poppin' on pills, got me jaded (Facts) Poppin' on xans and I'm all in the matrix (Facts) No, your new nigga can't beat me, he fakin' No, you won't fuck with me, baby, stop playing, saying Now I'm back in my bubble, no muffle, that's depression (Yuh) Thumbin' through the guap, about you I'm not stressin' (Yuh) Kick your shit, check your shit, walkin' in Giuseppe's Kick your shit, check your shit, walkin' in Giuseppe's But I'm thinkin' 'bout you on the low-low Got me all hard copying all these photos Heard your new nigga, yeah, he so-so (Facts) He can't fuck you like I do, yeah you know so (Ayy) Real shit, that's a fact, yeah my heart not intact (Uh) Thinkin' 'bout the days I used to fuck it from the back (Uh) Got me callin' on your phone, yeah, I'm askin' "where you at?" (Uh) Callin' on your phone, yeah, I'm askin' "where you at?" When you know you need daddy, you can sit upon his lap (Uh) Bang up on my line, I'ma answer, that's facts (Yeah, okay) Got me clutchin' on my fye, I'ma up her on this gat Got me clutchin' on my fye, I'ma up her on this gat Like, I just popped a xan, can't think about you (Ooh) Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth (Ooh) Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true (Yeah) Rather be dead or with you Popped two, three percs, now I'm floating on the moon Fuckin' on a thot ain't new (Okay) Count a hunnid bands in the room (Okay) Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's, like I just popped a xan, can't think about you (I can't think) Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true Rather be dead or with you Popped two, three percs, now I'm floating on the moon Fuckin' on a thot ain't new Count a hunnid bands in the room Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's, like Ooh, ooh, ayy Yeah yuh, yeah yuh Yeah yuh, yeah yuh (Hol' up, like) Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh I just popped a xan, can't think about you Cuttin' on my wrist in the booth Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true Rather be dead or with you Popped two, three percs, now I'm floating on the moon Fuckin' on a thot ain't new Count a hunnid bands in the room Thumbin' through the stacks in my True's, like I just popped a xan, can't think about you From Letras Mania