| Yo, what’s up, this is Joyner
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| I’m unable to take your call right now
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| Leave me a brief message and I’ll get back to you, peace
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| You told me not to take it there
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| I swear to God, man I wasn’t supposed to make it here, ahhhh
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| I wasn’t supposed to make it here, ahhhh, ay
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| Close your eyes when you pray at night
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| But all the money in the world couldn’t save your life, ahhhh
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| Money couldn’t save your life, ahhhh, uh
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| What you gon do when the club close down
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| And the liquor runs out and you’re all by yourself?
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| What a lonely night (lonely night)
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| One lonely night
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| What you gon do when the weed don’t ease your brain
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| And numb your pain like it used to?
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| That’s one lonely night (ayy)
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| One lonely night (yeah)
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| Hennessy by the bottles, double D’s on the models
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| Plenty trees, we can have as many dreams as we want to
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| That’s my life, ay-ya-ya-ya
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| I’ma be alright, ay-ya-ya-ya
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| Gold teeth and some Benzes, twenty-twos and some bitches
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| Strip clubs every night, that’s the life that I’m livin'
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| And it’s mine, ay-ya-ya-ya
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| I’ma be just fine, ay-ya-ya-ya
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| What you gon' do when the party close down
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| And the drugs run out and you’re all by yourself?
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| What a lonely night (ay)
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| One lonely night (uh)
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| What you gon do when the pills don’t ease your brain
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| And numb your pain like it used to
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| That’s one lonely night (ay)
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| One lonely night (yeah)
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| I just want some weed now
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| I let you in and all you did was let me down, ahhhh
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| You let me down, ahhhh
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| Close your eyes when you pray at night
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| But all the money in the world couldn’t save your life, ahhhh
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| All the money couldn’t save your life, ahhhh
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| Hey what’s up, it’s me
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| Um, I know you’re probably not expecting
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| To hear from me right now but
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| I just left the club and ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little drunk
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| And all my friends left me, I’m so sad
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| I really don’t want to be alone tonight, so could you come over?
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| (*Sighs*) I shouldn’t have even went out tonight, like
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| I’ve just been so lost lately, there’s been so much on my mind
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| But I miss you
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| Please call me back, you’re like the only one I can talk to, for real
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| I love you, but I’m so lonely, please baby
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| Hennessy by the bottles, double D’s on the models
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| Plenty trees, we can have as many dreams as we want to
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| That’s my life, ay-ya-ya-ya
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| I’ma be alright, ay-ya-ya-ya
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| Gold teeth and some Benzes, twenty-twos and some bitches
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| Strip clubs every night, that’s the life that I’m livin'
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| And it’s mine, ay-ya-ya-ya
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| I’ma be just fine, ay-ya-ya-ya
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| What a lonely night
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| One lonely night
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| Oh shit, oh shit, here we go again
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| Make sure you take them clothes off, bitch I’m going in
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| And you gon' take this dick while I press record
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| And tonight you my slave, don’t you ever tell me no again
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| So don’t you ever tell me no again
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| Bitch I’m possessive and I never let you go again
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| Oh who hittin' you phone at two in the morning?
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| And I had to tell that nigga, «Don't you ever text my hoe again»
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| Said don’t you ever text my hoe again
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| Look nigga, I don’t care how long you been friends
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| I don’t care if you knew each other since you was kids
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| Bitch, I don’t care if your little brother is cool with his
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| I’m the shit, oh shit, where the noise at?
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| Everybody got a squad, can’t avoid that
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| Niggas screaming «Gang gang gang,» oh yeah
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| But when the shit hit the fan, where your boys at?
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| Oh shit, oh shit, I don’t have a Visa
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| I think I’ma fall in love with a ballerina
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| Just let me hit it and I ain’t waitin' for marriage neither
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| Cause she gon' fall and I’ma ball like alopecia
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| Hah, I said I go bald like alopecia
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| I turned to God then read the Bible and grabbed the heater
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| I want a mansion in Hollywood and Pasadena
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| But I still ain’t got shit and I ain’t too happy neither
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| And everything was all good just a week ago
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| I heard some shit about you, I ain’t believe it though
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| Cause I don’t listen to the gossip or tea and go
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| And treat your differently cause niggas wanted me to know
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| Yeah that’s for you to guess and me to know
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| And shorty said I’m cold hearted, my shit 3 below
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| Yeah I just ran into the bank, give me all the bread
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| I ain’t really want to do it but I need the dough
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| Oh shit, here we go again
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| Make sure you take them clothes off, bitch I’m going in
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| But you gon' take this dick while I press record
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| And tonight you my slave don’t you ever tell me no again
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| (*Crying*) Shut the fuck up, hoe
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| Look, don’t you ever tell me no again
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| Bitch I’m possessive and I never let you go again
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| But who hittin' you phone at two in the morning?
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| And I had to tell that nigga, «Don't you ever text my hoe again»
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| Woo! | 
| Yeah don’t you ever text my hoe again
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| Cause I’m possessive and I never let you go again
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| Hah… don’t you ever call my phone again
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| Yo, yo, hello, you
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| The fuck?
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| Whooooooa |