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Time and time again | I tell 'em I don't love 'em I just fuck 'em | Then I move on to another one, pass 'em to my brother
Time and time again I tell 'em I don't love 'em I just fuck 'em Then I move on to another one, pass 'em to my brother Get that pussy under cover, got her ass from her mother Got my weed straight from Berner, you a nerd so you cuff her I could hardly trust these bitches I learn they no sucker On that gas like a trucker, smack the ass when I fuck her I get plenty love, it's all of the above I'm on Gin and drugs, give me some Then it's straight to the club, pockets feelin' numb Niggas love trynna hate on us, they ain't real enough Always feelin' building up, young and I'm rich as fuck Text your bitch, I ain't trynna "Netflix & Chill" with her I'mma roll and drink, give her the best dick she ever had She don't fuck then I'mma get her bestfriend instead of her My cash is irregular, I bag bitches everywhere Got some clothes still got on the tags that I don't never wear You on last smokin' doin' dabs I run through the cash They tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign You don't believe in what you hear, it's all the same You been here time to time, you heard it all before After I fuck you once I'll never call again These bitches be like Dick hoppin', clique hoppin' for better positions Pillow talking to any nigga payin' attention They on a mission tryna fog up a players vision Fuck then I'm finished, before you leave bitch go clean that kitchen I ain't gon lie oh yeah the Chachi was a victim once Before that happens again you will catch me smokin' blunts And all I do is papers, all I'm bout is paper Love you for the night, tomorrow we are strangers You ain't gotta call cause I ain't Textin' "Can we kick it?" no reply You text again like I thought we had a connection I texted back "Bitch I ain't that type of guy" Gang over everything Taylor, Diamond Lane we the reconnected Bombay and bomb dick bitch is better then expected Bossed up, fuckin' top so you better no disrespect It's Compton to the fuckin' burbs we connected Hit the exit They tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign You don't believe in what you hear, it's all the same You been here time to time, you heard it all before After I fuck you once I'll never call again
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