| I was duped, didn’t know the truth
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| Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo
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| And now I’m feeling cool, I’m feeling brand new
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| I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)
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| This is dedicated to my ex lovers
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| Hope that you hear this, never find another
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| Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend
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| Hope you play this at your wedding
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| Yeah, the one I won’t attend
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| This is dedicated to my ex lovers
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| Hope that you hear this, never find another
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| Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend
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| Hope you play this at your wedding
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| Yeah, the one I won’t attend (Sike)
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| Vultures at the altar tell the pastor to watch his back
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| My girl said she wanted change and then she got a quarterback
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| Well, damn, I ain’t no football player
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| But I hit it harder than a football player
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| The girl of my dreams just became a girl
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| And well, we can talk about that later
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| Honeymoon in your hometown, bitch, you broke now
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| Your mama ask about me almost every week
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| He can speak in tongue, talkin' bout «Forever hold your peace»
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| I said peace, please hurry up and kiss so I can eat
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| Tootsie roll and your tippy toes
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| So much soul that my soul got soul
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| Your auntie and uncle, they love me
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| All your bridesmaids wanna fuck me
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| Your groom look like a broom and it make me «hahaha»
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| Girl, I coulda been your Pap and you be my Remy Ma
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| I was duped, didn’t know the truth
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| Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo
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| And now I’m feeling cool, I’m feeling brand new
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| I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)
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| This is dedicated to my ex lovers
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| Hope that you hear this, never find another
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| Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend
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| Hope you play this at your wedding
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| Yeah, the one I won’t attend
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| This is dedicated to my ex lovers
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| Hope that you hear this, never find another
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| Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend
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| Hope you play this at your wedding
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| Yeah, the one I won’t attend (Sike)
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| Yes, I’ve been balling, yeah
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| Maybachs to Lambos and 'Raris, yeah
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| Fresh in that Cartier
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| Take off your clothes, we get naughty, yeah
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| Whole party lit, bad bitches everywhere
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| Gang in this bitch, nawfside extraordinaire (gang!)
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| Pipe up the city, the diamonds gon' light up the city
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| I got your girl on the low
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| I slide in it, and then I’ma dodge in it
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| I got her selling her soul
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| Pick up five bags in a row
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| White diamonds look like the Pope
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| Gucci Python on the loafers
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| Yeah, my pinky look just like the ocean
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| It’s colder, North Dakota
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| From the bowl to the chauffeurs
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| Having fun in a Rollster, in Milan copping Goyard
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| Now that I’m taking over, your hand out, but I don’t owe ya
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| I came from the dirt, soil
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| I was duped, didn’t know the truth
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| Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo
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| And now I’m feeling cool, I’m feeling brand new
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| I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)
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| This is dedicated to my ex lovers
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| Hope that you hear this, never find another
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| Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend
|
| Hope you play this at your wedding
|
| Yeah, the one I won’t attend
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| This is dedicated to my ex lovers
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| Hope that you hear this, never find another
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| Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend
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| Hope you play this at your wedding
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| Yeah, the one I won’t attend (Sike) |