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A$AP Rocky - NO TRESPASSING (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
I remember Miu Miu front row smellin' like weed (That was 2015)
Years later, same show, I'm smellin' like me (Still smellin' like weed)
Sittin' all alone in the grass towel like Scarface, tryna hit vapes in a bubble bath shower
(Still smokin' my weed)
Down, bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Nigga talkin' reckless, must be out his mind
X him off the checklist, read between the line
I might move to Texas, know I'm with my weapon
And then if you trespass, I'ma shut 'em down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Brand new- and I fuckin' tried
Big-ass necklace, Busta fuckin' Rhymes
VVS's, motherfuckers blind
(Better not trespass)
Jump, jump. jumped off the porch, don't run up on my doorstep
Better watch your step, nigga
She want one-of-one sex, we don't do the quartet
Baby, lose your corset, we ain't felt divorce yet
We ain't lose in court yet, 'member used to forge checks
No Nike Cortez, but I'm seein' more checks
Movin' on up like George Jefferson
Bought the projects, now crib lookin' like gorgeous
Fe-fi-fo-fum, hummin', they done woken up the beast, huh?
Dawg roll one, broke it on the lease, huh
Don't you want a refund, but you ain't got no receipt, huh?
Fuck with me, I could put you on your feet, huh
Weak in the knees, that's W, the Vs
Chauffeur for the S, the U, the V
How you got drive? I'm the nigga with the keys
Eatin' in the buildin', but your name ain't on the lease
Niggas lookin' jealous, see it in his eyes
Niggas actin' desperate, you ain't gotta lie
I might move to Texas, roll 'round with protection
Pull up to your section, hit 'em with the fah
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Brand new- and I fuckin' tried
Big ass necklace, Busta fuckin' Rhymes
VVS's, motherfuckers blind
AP Rolex, motherfuckin' time
Been that nigga since you knew me
Cash money, been that nigga since a juvie
Switchin' shit, ridiculous, jewelry drippin', dippin' different shit
Wear your shit, still up, shawty fixin' it
Boy, you know you window shoppers in the dealership
Boy, you seen the way I shop, you mean to live this shit
Drove straight up off the lot, saw the simple shit
Tried to tell him "Don't be dumb", he still an idiot
I might go to Barcelona, order Bosanova
I'm a boss when I walk, I push a Bentley stroller
Another kid, I'm about to raise the babysitter bonus
Used the kid's baby bottles measurin' the sodas
Ghetto birds in the air, they tried to pigeonhole us
Caught 'em a charge on the Saturday, they pendin' on you
Go to the church on the Sunday with the 6s on you
Straight from the courtroom to the stage, another big performance
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Nigga talkin' reckless, must be out his mind
X him off the checklist, read between the line
I might move to Texas, know I'm with my weapon
If they disrespecting, I'ma shut 'em down
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A$AP Rocky - NO TRESPASSING (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
I remember Miu Miu front row smellin' like weed (That was 2015)
Years later, same show, I'm smellin' like me (Still smellin' like weed)
Sittin' all alone in the grass towel like Scarface, tryna hit vapes in a bubble bath shower
(Still smokin' my weed)
Down, bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Nigga talkin' reckless, must be out his mind
X him off the checklist, read between the line
I might move to Texas, know I'm with my weapon
And then if you trespass, I'ma shut 'em down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Brand new- and I fuckin' tried
Big-ass necklace, Busta fuckin' Rhymes
VVS's, motherfuckers blind
(Better not trespass)
Jump, jump. jumped off the porch, don't run up on my doorstep
Better watch your step, nigga
She want one-of-one sex, we don't do the quartet
Baby, lose your corset, we ain't felt divorce yet
We ain't lose in court yet, 'member used to forge checks
No Nike Cortez, but I'm seein' more checks
Movin' on up like George Jefferson
Bought the projects, now crib lookin' like gorgeous
Fe-fi-fo-fum, hummin', they done woken up the beast, huh?
Dawg roll one, broke it on the lease, huh
Don't you want a refund, but you ain't got no receipt, huh?
Fuck with me, I could put you on your feet, huh
Weak in the knees, that's W, the Vs
Chauffeur for the S, the U, the V
How you got drive? I'm the nigga with the keys
Eatin' in the buildin', but your name ain't on the lease
Niggas lookin' jealous, see it in his eyes
Niggas actin' desperate, you ain't gotta lie
I might move to Texas, roll 'round with protection
Pull up to your section, hit 'em with the fah
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Brand new- and I fuckin' tried
Big ass necklace, Busta fuckin' Rhymes
VVS's, motherfuckers blind
AP Rolex, motherfuckin' time
Been that nigga since you knew me
Cash money, been that nigga since a juvie
Switchin' shit, ridiculous, jewelry drippin', dippin' different shit
Wear your shit, still up, shawty fixin' it
Boy, you know you window shoppers in the dealership
Boy, you seen the way I shop, you mean to live this shit
Drove straight up off the lot, saw the simple shit
Tried to tell him "Don't be dumb", he still an idiot
I might go to Barcelona, order Bosanova
I'm a boss when I walk, I push a Bentley stroller
Another kid, I'm about to raise the babysitter bonus
Used the kid's baby bottles measurin' the sodas
Ghetto birds in the air, they tried to pigeonhole us
Caught 'em a charge on the Saturday, they pendin' on you
Go to the church on the Sunday with the 6s on you
Straight from the courtroom to the stage, another big performance
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Bro shut it down, bro shut it down
Nigga talkin' reckless, must be out his mind
X him off the checklist, read between the line
I might move to Texas, know I'm with my weapon
If they disrespecting, I'ma shut 'em down
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![Pop Smoke - Brother Man (Lyrics)
Pop Smoke - Brother Man (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Ricos going crazy again
Uh, mmh
Ayy, ayy, ooh
This is a Melo beat
Look, uh
Its a lot of talk on my name, nigga
Woo
Uh, uh (Aint playing with these niggas)
Look, look
[Chorus]
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
[Verse 1]
Big guns, bake em (Bake em)
Run down, chase em (Chase em)
Hold em for ransom, take em (Take em)
Dropping them rakes, rake em (Rake em)
G check, check in
Kickback, Tekken
Bitch, Im a giant, Beckham
All of my niggas reckless
If I call Dread, then you dead (Woo, woo)
Cause he on what we on
Cowboy Dior
Sun out, tee on (Woo, woo)
Flea on, flea on
Yeah, I got my flea on
If you dont like me, damnit (Damnit)
Im in and out Phantoms (Phantoms)
Get mad, tantrum (Tantrum)
It can get lit like a candle (Candle)
Bust it up, Tander
Fuck all the opps, random
I know how to fight, tango
You get found in the trash, scandal
[Chorus]
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
[Verse 2]
Please dont talk out your mouth
Bet I air it, hit anyone near you
Stand tall, pussy nigga, I dare you
Clean it up, Ill have somebody take care of you
Watch him get hit while Im sitting and staring
Im with the Straights and the Apes talking Stone to Stone
Break backs, Im talking bones and bones
Hit em up then Im going, Im gone
Big Patek, yeah, cologne
Pop Smoke famous, up it, aim it
Free Melly Gz out the cages
Dangerous, dangerous
Rovers, Ranges, Demons, satan
Get straight cashin, Travy apein
Two carats, icy, saucing, waving
Caked up, caking, shake em, shake it
Gun in hand, gun in hand
I ride for my brothers and only my brothers
You understand, understand
Understand, understand
[Chorus]
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
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![Pop Smoke - Dior (Remix) ft. Gunna [Music Video]
Pop Smoke - Dior (Remix) ft. Gunna [Music Video]
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Traphouse Mob
Huh, roll another one
Said Im never lackin, always pistol packing (This is a Meloâ
beat)
Withâ
them automatics, weâ
gon send him to heaven (Huh)
Wait,â
wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, shit), huh
Oh, youâfeelinâsturdy,âhuh? (You feelinâsturdy, man)
Shake some,âhuh
Shake it, huh, shake it, huh, shake it, huh
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
Im up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
Im up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
When I walk in the spot, thirty on me
Buy out the club, niggas know that Im paid
Bitch, Im a thot, get me lit
I cant fuck with these niggas cause niggas is gay
All on my page suckin dick
All in my comments and screamin my name
While Im in the club, throwin them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones
Pop Smoke, they know Im wildin
If Im on the island, Im snatchin the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail
Until he free, Im raisin hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please dont come out your mouth, you know Im like that
Ill make a movie like TNT
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections
All the bad bitches in my direction
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Gunna]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
Im up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr (GunWunna)
[Verse 2: Gunna]
New Givenchy, new Givenchy
Hop out the Quattroporte
Walk in Fendi rockin Fendi
F print on the corduroys (Corduroys)
I pull up Aventador (Ador)
I lift up the doors ajar (Doors ajar)
These broke niggas shoppin at Ross (Ross)
We back in Dior, Dior (Dior, Dior, Christian Dior)
I got Valentino denim (Denim)
Brand new Mike Amiri denim (Denim)
And these Ricky Owens denims (Denim)
I drop the bag, they gonna hit em (Hit em)
This baddie wanna pop a Skittle (Skittle)
Im tired of niggas tellin riddles (Riddles)
Take that foreign, whippin through the ghetto (Skrrt)
ZO6 Vette slime green, ridin 911 Porsche yellow (Skrrt)
Plain Patek and an AP, they got fifty pointers in the bezel (Bezel)
Speedin, whippin like Toretto (Toretto)
Push these Pradas to the pedal (Yeah)
Make her swallow down the middle (The middle)
We some giants, niggas little
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
Im up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
Im up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
[Outro]
Traphouse Mob
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![Paul Wall, Lilâ Keke - Break âEm Off (Lyrics)
Paul Wall, Lilâ Keke - Break âEm Off (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Paul Wall]
Imma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Imma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Now I gotta work my woodgrain wheel
Poppin trunks, poppin pills, still poppin seals
Higher than a hill with my mind on mill
Piece and chain swangin, bankroll, shiny grill
Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with my mind on cream
Im in that mean, green machine, clean, on 19s
Flatscreens in the headrest, swingin like a swingset
Brandywine paint wet, comin down, thats a bet
Im in the lot chasin broads like a lesbian
Full of that kush-flower, Im breakin off pedestrians
Higher than a streetlight, floatin like a parachute
Buzzin like a bumblebee, mustard-green Bentley coupe
Young gangsta mack game sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin em off, makin all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, Im rocked up, fully loaded and sloppy
Tryna hit it and quit it and walk off like Big Papi
Break em off
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Imma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
[Verse 2: Lil Keke]
Aye, aye
I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
Im hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist
The truck gold mist 550 snow bunny
Bentley Continental with the mink floors dummy
Paul Wall money, thats expensive taste
And them friendly ass fools we send em to MySpace
Imma break em off until the backbone broken
Stainless steel drop Phantom, leave the top open
Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the kush done start burnin, better cover your clothes
(Thats right)
Concrete crumblin, glass shootin lasers
Crawlin and cuttin up on 24 razors
Imma show em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin paper in the mornin, call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on, then you buckle up the seat belt
SwishaHouse, Young Don, capital TF
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Imma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
Already
Im higher than a satellite, crawlin like a baby
Maneuvering through the traffic like Im Tracy McGrady
Still choppin on them buttons, Im struttin and lookin fresh
Switch hittin like Berkman, this is ballin at its best
In that Minute Maid dropper with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin the hood, student loans on the tooth
The fifth wheel on the ground
And the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby Im the definition of playa
My skills is so ill when workin that wood wheel
Tippin 4s like a waiter, beware of the oil spill
Widescreen mindframe, panoramic pimpin
Im sippin on that Osama, baby, leanin like Im limpin
In that two-seater feeder, its me and a señorita
Three ounces up in the liter
And its ten up in the heater
Mackin a mamacita
Runnin game like a cheetah
Im knockin em out the park similar to Derek Jeter
Break em off
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Imma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma break emâImma break em off real bad
Imma show em pourin up a duece and ridin slab
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![Chris Brown - Winner (Music Video)
Chris Brown - Winner (Music Video)
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Bryan-Michael Cox]
Yo, ha
It is an honor, haha
To introduce the future of R&B
His name is Chris Brown, uh
And, uh, you know what this is
Yeah
Another Beat Trax joint
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Round one, I hear the ding
I walk up and shake your hand, girl, I gotta know whats up
Baby, whats your name? Can I get your number?
Cause I wanna talk about some things, yeah
Round two, it aint a thing, I was moving every way you move
Bobbing and weaving like a young boy was supposed to do
It seemed like only yesterday that we did it
Now you on me like a fitted and I just gotta say, yeah
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Oh, woah)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world (World) to give it up for my girl (My girl)
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Oh, woah)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl (Give it up for my girl)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Round three, I can see me and you walking down the aisle
And I know were young, so itll be a while before we doing that
But my mama got me in training, getting ready for the day when I make somebody happy
And, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Said I was done with loving til I found someone like you (Oh)
Somebody, tell me what I was supposed to do?
You put my back against the ropes, no choice but to unfold
I gotta give it to you, baby, woah
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Didnt even take ya twelve rounds)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world (Oh, woah, yeah) to give it up for my girl (Give it up for my girl)
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Aw, yeah)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world (Whole world) to give it up for my girl (Oh, no, no)
[Bridge: Chris Brown & Bryan-Michael Cox]
Yo, this the part I like right here, haha
Oh, girl
Baby, I just cant believe that every time you come around
I start losing my breath, Im tripping over myself (Oh, oh)
Cause you hitting me, hitting me
Oh, girl
Baby, its so plain to see that you got the best of me
So Im throwing in the towel (Throwing in the towel)
Baby, I bow out (Yeah)
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah (What we gon do right here?)
Let it breathe, ha, ha (Haha, uh)
Oh, haha
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
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![Lil Durk - No Standards (Lyrics)
Lil Durk - No Standards (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Chopsquad
[Chorus]
I cant get over my pain
Make you feel better
Fuck with niggas I know
Wont make you feel better
This is a lifestyle that I live
Fuckin with these different bitches
And you tryna break my heart
Fuckin with these different niggas
You know you cant get over me
You know you cant get away from me
You know bitches dont play with me
You know you know
[Verse 1]
I know the consequences of my actions
This shit real I aint even just rappin
Fuckin with niggas that I know get back
How I know that boy aint smash
I know you with him cause he gotta sack
You say you dont like no feelings attached
I know that you lied cant mix shit with facts
Ho
You think ima run back to you that shit dead
Tell em how me and you be textin each other yeah
So you told me you wouldnt fuck him
Know you lyin why you scared
You know I gotta bitch, dont open your message, leave you on read
Cant talk to you like I used to
Cant see me you gotta pull up YouTube
Even though my situation you lose
Fuckin with your friend ex, nigga you screwed
I know you tryna figure out who Im talkin about
I told you imma spazz told me put the guns down
You got em around your kids when they aint around
I can fuck on who I want, Im famous now
Got yo friends all in yo ear sayin that Im bad
And you keep on listenin it make me mad
Keep on reminiscing make me want to slide
It seem like that you sold your heart for a bag
[Chorus]
I cant get over my pain
Make you feel better
Fuck with niggas I know
Wont make you feel better
This is a lifestyle that I live
Fuckin with these different bitches
And you tryna break my heart
Fuckin with these different niggas
You know you cant get over me
You know you cant get away from me
You know bitches dont play with me
You know you know
[Verse 2]
Fuck this shit
You broke my heart so many times I was like fuck a bitch
I just wanna get the money nigga for the fuck of it
Fuck them other niggas that you fuck with I dont fuck with them
Tell your brother stay from around me cause I dont fuck with him
They dont really want no war with me it aint enough of them
You barely kinky but you a slut for him
You aint even that mean, but you tough for him
You had me soft I couldnt function it
Only gave me pussy, wasnt suckin it
I heard the rumors who you fuckin with
I wish I found out sooner that you a dirty bitch
Back to the basics, lets speak facts
I was with you when I was sippin act
I doped you up you has menthol swag
Square, I dont ever wanna see yo ass
Yea, I know imma dog that shit aint fair
Thought Ill be mad I dont even care
Now I put my new bitch on the Lear
Diamonds in the air like chandeliers
If she around then Im aware
You say only him, you lyin again
Bluetooth in the coupe you need to pair
That hoe shit was in the air
If your friends a ho then yous a ho
Wherever you go I know they go
Dont follow your dream you follow bankrolls
Yo ass so fake thought you was ten toes
[Chorus]
I cant get over my pain
Make you feel better
Fuck with niggas I know
Wont make you feel better
This is a lifestyle that I live
Fuckin with these different bitches
And you tryna break my heart
Fuckin with these different niggas
You know you cant get over me
You know you cant get away from me
You know bitches dont play with me
You know you know
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