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I ain't really trying to talk unless it's about business

She gave me her heart but I lost all my feelings

She play with my locs while beating and drilling

His heart is going to stop if you play like a villain

It done hit the fan, it done hit the ceiling

And bitch I'm the realest

I done beat up her box and push it right in

Got right behind it and made her back bend

Swerving I-20 I'm missing that Fin

I've done a lot of shit I ain't making amends

I'm leaving it right there, I'll do it again

Two fifty round clips, a hundred percent, of you and all of yo men

Fresh as death just like the mothafuckin end

She holding her secret like what is yo pin

Bitch I'm so tired of you where yo friend

And I ain't even say shit, she put the dick in

And why is you playing I'm not even yo friend

I'm not even playing I just want some bands

You know what I'm saying I got me some fans

I get so mad on god

I'm a beat on that nigga like drummer in a band

You playing this shit, I'm the last man to stand

Baby I think we look good together because, I love how we magically blend

I could give you time but I don't want to

I'm so blessed like a nigga said achoo

Doing my best and not to impress you

Bro want a Vet just to get pass you

I ain't really trying to talk unless it's about business

She gave me her heart but I lost all my feelings

She play with my locs while beating and drilling

His heart is going to stop if you play like a villain

It done hit the fan, it done hit the ceiling

And talk about some bands I turn to a menace

And I want me a fan that let me play dentist

They don't understand how you be feeling

And I got some plans that lead me to winning

As long as I breathe a nigga not sitting

She said she can see how I be feeling

If you feeling the truth, you get how I'm living

See I'm not him, I'm not playing victim, I guess I'm a villain

(Uh uh, for real)

I done beat up her box and push it right in

Got right behind it and made her back bend

Swerving I-20 I'm missing that Fin

I've done a lot of shit I ain't making amends

I'm leaving it right there, I'll do it again

Two fifty round clips, a hundred percent, of you and all of yo men

Fresh as death just like the mothafuckin end

She holding her secret like what is yo pin

Bitch I'm so tired of you where yo friend

And I ain't even say shit, she put the dick in

And why is you playing I'm not even yo friend

I'm not even playing I just want some bands

You know what I'm saying I got me some fans

I get so mad on god