| Kash Doll
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| Summer Walker
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| Hey
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| Really, really wish that I could trust you
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| Wish that it was easier to love you
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| Guards up, back up, that’s the way to be
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| Wanna chill, but my friends keep tellin' me that
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| These boys are all the same (They're all the same)
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| These boys are all the same
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| Don’t kick it with no lames
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| Send 'em back from where they came
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| Sis, he got you stressin', I got all my edges
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| Hope you learned your lesson, you blockin' all your blessings
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| You could be on private jets, sittin' pretty, flexin'
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| Instead, you goin' back and forth, arguin' and textin' (Boy bye)
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| See, I’m selfmade, I got my own, don’t need your plate
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| Take 'em or leave 'em, that’s how I treat 'em, I’ma be straight
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| I hang up on niggas, I ain’t 'bout to have a bad day
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| You do what you want, but I’m just tellin' you the Kash way (Yeah)
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| Really, really wish that I could trust you
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| Wish that it was easier to love you
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| Guards up, back up, that’s the way to be
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| Wanna chill, but my friends keep tellin' me that
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| These boys are all the same (They're all the same)
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| These boys are all the same
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| Don’t kick it with no lames
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| Send 'em back from where they came
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| I tell 'em never introduce me to a vibe you can’t maintain
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| I’m never into losin', if I can’t win, I’m out the game
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| Look, body got you stuck, but I can’t even let you fuck, uh
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| Word is you keep some random bitches in your trunk
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| What I look like? |
| The type to get to bleachin' all your stuff?
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| Nah, I’m good, block your number, bag or not, I had enough
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| Bag 'em all, I’m bad enough, want no nigga, never need one
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| They stupid over pussy, over dick, I never be dumb
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| It’s Kash
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| Really, really wish that I could trust you
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| Wish that it was easier to love you
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| Guards up, back up, that’s the way to be
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| Wanna chill, but my friends keep tellin' me that
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| These boys are all the same (They're all the same)
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| These boys are all the same
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| Don’t kick it with no lames
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| Send 'em back from where they came
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| These boys are all the same (The same)
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| These boys are all the same (The same)
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| Don’t kick it with no lames (Oh)
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| Send 'em back from where they came (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Oh no
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |