Uh, yeah, yeah (Is that baptist?)
Yeah, yeah
Why these bitches playin' games? Uh
Yeah, yeah, why they playin' with my name?
Yeah, it's phreshboyswag, I don't care about the fame
I don't care about these lames, only do it for the game
Swag too hard, yeah, I put these hoes a shame
Bitch, I won't lie, this beat sounds just like a game
Why the fuckin' paparazzi all up in my face?
Drugs up in my luggage, I ain't tryna catch a case
I really miss New York and my baby in L.A
When I step up on the stage, cameras in my face
I ain't fuckin' with this fame, this shit too much pain
I quit the pills cold turkey and I went insane
I got groupies out in Scotland, I got hoes in Spain
I really gotta leave the city, I'ma book a train
I just woke up, I'ma spend a bag today
I done glowed up, everyday I fuckin' slay
If you see me at the party, know that I was paid
I got shooters in VA, I'm from the UK
Yeah, it's phreshboyswag, I don't care about the fame
I don't care about these lames, only do it for the game
Swag too hard, yeah, I put these hoes a shame
Bitch, I won't lie, this beat sounds just like a game
Why the fuckin' paparazzi all up in my face?
Drugs up in my luggage, I ain't tryna catch a case
I really miss New York and my baby in L.A
When I step up on the stage, cameras in my face
I don't even know my home, I'm goin' place to place
I ain't lyin' to you guys, sometimes I need some space
Motherfuckers comin' 'round tryna take my place
They already know that I'm the guy they can't replace (Is that baptist?)
Told her, "Come to my place"
Told her, "Come to my place"
Told her, "Come to my place"
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