Stana love to tell me how my ex's bad
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Different bags that they had and what niggas take with 'em
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Facebook tags pound bitches bad, no new friends, enemies and this liquor
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And I ain't gonna lie, this shit just make a nigga mad
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Seeing that ass in a dress on Twitter
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Or your Instagram, who gives a dam
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When you was my bitch, it wasn't no posting them
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You used to be the devil with your god blessings
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My realist homies moved away aye god bless 'em
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Mind restless 29 exit now I'm 30, 5 vests why worry iron extra
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9 nines in a Vesta, I ain't got nine yes's, bunch of no's
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But them hoes never could, God rest us
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Still tomorrow still come like them boys IRS's
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Tell my closest niggas you will never die 'cause I won't let you
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My arrests got lesser over years, 9/11 when my brethren died they ain't make the news, I question that
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Stay away from me
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Stay away from me
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Stay away from me
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Stay away from me
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I was slinging onions, they was fifty dollars
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Bought my first car, parked that bitch on the corner
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Maroon with the top 80's Monte Carlo
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Sipping on that water, Cuban link, the collar
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Honeys, they cute, we holla invite 'em to Doogie Howard's
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Who happen to be one of those motherfuckers who truly power the streets
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That you rudely prowl on in peace till you meet a nigga bout it
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I was cool, I was smooth, baby talcum
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Tryna make it out, maybe my outcome but where I'm from
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I can't leave here with less without 'em
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And what I'm saying is maybe you really fucking doubt 'em
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I stand here right on the balcony praying that I make wrong working out eating this salad
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And a smile or two the payment for all of your fucking malice as I ride pass Audi
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Mouth wide outside look like it was baptized
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Chat line, bitches in the front seat, 1, 3, 6 different countries
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Models in they one piece sitting by the pool
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Back in school 'bout a month she fucking and it's cool
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Stay away from me
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Stay away from me
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Stay away from me
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Stay away from me
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Stay Away
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