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Go way back I ain't came for no bitch, I ain't slid on no dick I ain't faithful, hold this Makin' half of y'all sick 'Cause y'all ain't credible I've been makin' you tick Crackin' all of my shit, bitch, get off my schedule Time to let it go Bitch, back up We don't discuss shit at the function, it's on sight, this word to Pop Like no worries, I get to snuffin', I'm good, bye bitch, when you drop Ain't the type of bird you lovin', just my pinky worth a flock And your energy's disgustin', act like somethin' that you're not Out your mouth, I'm hearin' nothin', sound like, "La-la-la-la-la" Call you buddy 'cause you pump it up a lot, lot, lot, lot, lot Now get mad (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, bet that (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Can't get jiggy with it Decline like, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" Shit is different, puttin' digits in my wa-la-la-la-la Oh, get mad, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, bet that (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I ain't change for no drip, I ain't payin' for no tits Letras de cancionesI ain't fakin', no I ain't missin' no licks I ain't loosen that grip, bitch, I ain't lettin' go I just made a new hit and you never do shit, how predictable Pussy I'ma say your mistake was hopin' I ain't see the sign But when shit get you open, you was different [?] I don't need a thing from a ho, ain't got her own shit to ride I'm on go 'cause we all know that you ain't 'bout that life Out your mouth, I'm hearin' nothin', sound like, "La-la-la-la-la" Call you buddy 'cause you pump it up a lot, lot, lot, lot, lot Now get mad (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, bet that (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Can't get jiggy with it Decline like, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" Shit is different, puttin' digits in my wa-la-la-la-la Oh, get mad, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, bet that (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I ain't one of your friends I ain't one of your sluts Iron like gun I compete with none From Letras Mania