Kablam! Kapow!
Y'all back in the house, and I flew in from your past
I heard you got a new man that wasn't layin' it down
Like you wanted, or like you need
But you ain't had that problem with me
Shit, you ain't had that problem at all, and that's the reason I call
'Cause I'm not gonna let you work at no mall
You fuckin' kidding me? Your waist is too small
Eyes are too bright, your smile's too nice
And yo, how'd you even fit in that bra?
We'll never know, but science will try to figure it out
I'm buying these flights, we're leaving tonight
You're already clear, we're skipping the line
You won't spend a dime
And I think I know a lot of shit, but in my well of knowledge
This one's sittin' where the bottom is
You deserve all mimosas bottomless
Someone who got problems with whoever you got problems with, where they at?
And every time you hear your favorite song, you get to hear it back, and hear it back, and hear it back, and hear it back
And go clear the card and clear your head, how clear is that?
And stop clearing out the clearance rack
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