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[Intro] |
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Yeah |
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This song go out to all the girls that I accidentally broke they heart |
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And it go out to all the ones that I purposely broke they heart |
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[Hook] (x2) |
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Lil mama, I'm sorry, I never meant to ball like this |
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And who would expect I'd be in a drop top six or Ferrari |
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Lil mama, I'm sorry |
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[Verse 1] |
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Hot summer working lumber in my stretch plum hummer |
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Working wheels, popping pills, showcasing my skills |
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Will I make twenty mil? Only time will tell |
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I'mma ball at the mall, shutting down the sea wall |
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Forty karats across my jaws just in case they don't trust me |
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MC Hammer can't touch me, your freestyle is disgusting |
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Make 'em mad, glad lock bags in the Toucan Sam Jag |
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Dropping bombs like Saddam setting off car alarms |
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Might pull up in Milan in the drop candy swan |
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Might swing through your prom with the wand in my palm |
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I'mma lie to your mom, make her mad at your dad |
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Fifty days, fifty nights, codeine in the Sprite |
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Might throw some diamonds on my hands, diamonds on handkerchief |
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Pour a four inside my pancreas, got diamonds on dental |
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I'mma swing the instrumental, I'mma break a two pencil |
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Two or three, one for key, make it O.O.C |
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[Hook] (x2) |