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I'm not him

Oh no I can't relax

You don't have my back

Now I can't go back

Put my trust in you

When it rained close matched

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Stupid bitch look at him

Finna start a war

Don't know what to do

Look at you

You do what you want

Fuck up at the room

Look at him

Give you what you want

I would put that drum on a pussy nigga anyone

Think I want a son with you but you acting single huh

About to put that drum on you Smith & Wesson Nia Long

Out her looking dumb with you kick it like you Lee or sum

Stash house turn to trap house if you rat you won't be safe to leave

Dummy capper camp out on the low you gone be eighth degree

I'm the shit I wrap out don't you play with me a major league

Break my heart your grandpa gone have round up on his favorite trees

Smoke me about a half ounce with my bitch and that's my quarantine

I won't ever tap out if you show me you won't ever leave

But you fully cap I don't wear hats I'm not a noble steed

Suck me up for breakfast when I wake up then you've got to leave

Dancing with the devil on a daily have me about to leave

Hay hay hay

Ok

I'm not him

Oh no I can't relax

You don't have my back

Now I can't go back

Put my trust in you

When it rained close matched

Tennis chains matte black

80k whole racks

Leave me alone

Stupid bitch

Baw Glaw leave me alone