feat. Lil Herb
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Where the fuck you been at?
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You ain't came to the crib in a minute
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Sitting on the block while I'm looking at the clock
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You ain't thought about me
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Went and got so tied up with this street shit
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You can't even make time for a real bitch
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The one that hold your weight when you're working out the stay
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How you gonna play me?
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Look
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And I ain't even been up on the block
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I'm tryna make it happen, girl, look at all my life
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And all the loud talking need to stop
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You know you gonna be with me at the top
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When them other bitches not
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I gotta get this cake so I moved out of state
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I ain't called, baby, ain't wanna rub it in your face
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See your fam in the background stay up in this place
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Just wait till I slide, you can say it to my face
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Ain't nobody in the background
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Why you gotta be so petty?
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Heard you fucking on a bitch named Shady
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Heard you was all in her spot, giving her what I go
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Man, I don't even think that you hear me
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When you was in the jail I was writing them letters
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Couldn't make bail, I was stuck in that cheddar
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But you don't even care, all you wanna do is play
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All you really care about is what the guys gonna say
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Why you gotta give 'em something to talk about?
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Everybody got opinions but it don't mean shit to me
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I set my own lane, can't no nigga get to me
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I fuck myself up, it is where I'm meant to be
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And yeah, yeah, you are holding a nigga down
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But really that's the reason why I need you around
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We gonna argue and fight when a nigga leave town
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But every time I come home you know I'mma lay it down
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This that shit that I be talking, talking about
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Girl, I don't know what you talking about
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Calm down, why you talking loud?
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I put it all on the line when you're not around
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And you complaining about hoes in another town
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But you forgot all the Gucci, the Prada, Channel
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'Dolce and Gabbana, riding around foreign cars, Benihanas
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Them hoes in the street still can't get a dollar
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What's the problem?
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Man, fuck that Gucci, just look how you do me
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You think that designer make up for this shit?
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I buy my own Prada, man, that's not the problem
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The problem is you too caught up with that bitch
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I need you to come home and give me that beat
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I need you to not leave the crib when I'm asleep
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I need you to act like a man and stay true to the plan
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If you ready, I'm ready, come on
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Look, all this yelling and saying who wrong
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Gone keep going on and on
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So turn off your phone and repeat your favorite song
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Just lay back and play along 'cause I'm tired of talking
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You the only damn thing besides my money on my mind this often
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So I'mma take my time and give you everything that I got on my mind
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Till my mind exhausted
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Baby, when we laying down in this bed
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I'm sorry for the little things that I said
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And just like that we were back where we started
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Fuck the bullshit, matter fact, disregard it
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'Cause I got your man and I swear that we fan
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Till I look through your phone, this bitch on your line
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This that shit that I be talking, talking about
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