(Great John on the beat by the way)
Uh
She 'bout to do double hands
Throw it, ain't no rubber bands
She 'bout to do double hands, damn, uh
I feel like
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm
Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm (Damn)
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm
Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm (Uh)
Why he got a gun? He a artist
Bae, I thought I told you that they makin' me a target
Damn, why he goin' dumb? He the smartest
I buy all expensive shit 'cause I couldn't afford it, damn
I think I did it again
I never needed a friend
I do a hundred and crash in the Lamb'
I know I'ma see you again
She said, "Boy we just friends," damn
I'm like, "Why you let me fuck then?
Then let me fuck again"
Throw it, ain't no rubber bands
She 'bout to do double hands, damn
Girl, I love it when you double hand
Baby, I'm back in that mode
I might just leave you alone
When I go, can I borrow your soul?
She just prayin' I'm making it home
I feel like
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm
Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm (Damn)
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm
Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm (Uh)
Why he got a gun? He a artist
Bae, I thought I told you that they makin' me a target
Damn, why he goin' dumb? He the smartest
I buy all expensive shit 'cause I couldn't afford it, damn
I was told to always keep it cool
Why you try to play me? Bitch, you know I ain't no fool, damn
My lil' brother blood, he say boo
We came from the mud, robbin' shit and breaking rules, damn
I put my life on the line
Fuck that ho, she ain't mine
Feel like you wastin' my time
I just be seein' them signs
She said "Boy, I'm just fine," damn
Know you hurtin', baby, why you lyin'?
I say that shit all the time
I feel like
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm
Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm (Damn)
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm
Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm (Uh)
Why he got a gun? He a artist
Bae, I thought I told you that they makin' me a target
Damn, why he goin' dumb? He the smartest
I buy all expensive shit 'cause I couldn't afford it, damn
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