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I don't even want the bitch, nigga I got too many hoes Where you get that from? nigga these designer clothes

This gas I'm smokin' loud like nigga's, playin' dominoes

She don't even speak to me in public, just when it's time to go

She don't even smoke no weed, but lil' bitch better roll this dope

I know you been somewhere with somebody else, I already know

You better not call my phone, you better not call my phone

Got all these racks in my home, Casa Blanca I'm puttin' it on

I don't know if you can tell, what's right from wrong

You can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you want

After all this I'm gone, you shoulda had left me alone