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Yeah, mm, mm Ten minutes out I was an hour away (You are now tuned in to 9lives radio) But I'm here right now (Here right now) And you ain't got shit to say I coulda let you down, but I held it down And you ain't got shit to say Now you can't come around, you a fucking clown And you ain't got shit to say Yeah, I just had a lightbulb (Yeah) I'm tryna break the cycle (Yeah) Yeah, go ahead with that groupie shit (Oh) Yeah, I'm sure that bitch a nice dude (Yeah) Yeah, Miami bitches love money (Yeah) Yeah, I followed her in high school (Oh) Can't believe a nigga got money (Yeah) We was dropping outta high school You play in my face, I pay for it You not on my dick, you play with it (Yeah) That's on God, is you a fraud? I don't need no dream, I'm chasing (Yeah) Fuck it if you choose to lay with him Just text me back, I need to get my shit From your mom, na-na-na Letras de canciones You ain't got shit to say You did me dirt like Nowitzki You say you got opps, but the OP pages Opioids, Percs, and purple lemonade (Woo) Tch, uh, huh, you done had your downfall (Downfall) You tellin' me it's my fault (Woo) You cheated on my ass with a cornball Now I'm finna stunt on both y'all Big, big balls, big things Big brand deals, big long limousines Big calls comin' in, I don't hear a thing But M-O-N-E-Y, ching-ching Man, fuck my ex (Man, fuck my ex) Man, fuck my ex (Man, fuck my ex) Mhm, baby, don't call, don't text You down on your dick and I'm on to the next I'm shittin' on you Yeah, I just had a lightbulb (Yeah) I'm tryna break the cycle (Yeah) Yeah, go ahead with that groupie shit (Oh) Yeah, I'm sure that bitch a nice dude Yeah, Miami bitches love money (Yeah) Yeah, I followed her in high school Can't believe a nigga got money (Yeah) We was dropping outta high school (Outta high school, outta high school) From Letras Mania