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(Haha, what the f—?) All that tough talk just not scary to me That is not your house, that's an AirBnB, huh Blow a couple thou', it's like therapy for me (Haha, what the f—?) Appearing with yo' ass, that's a charity event, damn, damn Ain't shit to throw some cash on your brodie head, damn I'm mad as hell, there's ash on my Bode pants, damn I might throw this ho a bag if she show me somethin', damn They keep tryna hold me down, but they can't get it done I had it finished up, baby, you ain't missin' much I just went through yo' months rent and ate that shit for lunch She blowin' up my contact, come get yo' bae before I fly her out to Palm Springs and separate you both Just did my dishes in six-hundred-dollar denim I still pray to God, but these a different type of Christians My-My slippers Marni, look like I'm gon' steal your Christmas My entire closet look like his entire wishlist All that—, all that tough talk just not scary for me That is not your house, that's an AirBnB Blow a couple thou', it's like therapy for me Appearing with yo' ass, that's a charity event, damn, damn Ain't shit to throw some cash on your brodie head, damn I'm mad as hell, there's ash on my Bode pants, damn Letras de cancionesI might throw this ho a bag if she show me somethin', damn They keep tryna hold me down, but they can't get it done You made me sell my soul for sizes and I'm dealin' with it still I can tell by the way you talk, you're just not feelin' how I feel And at the end of the day, it's hard, but sometimes shit gon' be unfair And after everything's said and done, maybe this shit gon' be okay Okay, maybe this shit gon' be alright Just maybe, maybe I shouldn't have made that call I shouldn't have chased you down, you shouldn't have stayed that long I know I could've worked this out, I could've worked this— (Uh, uh, I could’ve worked this out) (Huh, I got this, I—) (Uh, uh, uh, uh, I could’ve worked this out) From Letras Mania