When she get me home, my nigga told me that she love my versesIt's four in the morning, she callin' my phone Say she lonely, Gucci only one way to meet me in person Want you clean, that's just detergent, got your girlfriend pickin' purses Think before confronting 'ruly, ain't my fault your lady choosyFour-thirty, still blowin' purp' it, O.A. Sticky cannot stick to me, if you see your chick with Gucci My driveway need a passport, all my cars are immigrantsIt's so sickenin', history of weaknessĪnd I had a girl, she quit me now, I'm single, wanna get with me? Money never limited, So Icey with benefits Scrambled eggs, filet mignon, two trees blown just for cologne I-I-I'ma beat it up, he could lay it downI hope up out my bed, set my swag on I-I-I'ma beat it up, said he could lay it down Said he could lay it downBut I'ma beat it up, I'ma beat it up Said she like my style, he could lay it down She said that she lonely 'cause he's never around It's four in the morning, she callin' my phone
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