I'm quick to load it up, let if off with that iron
If I ever (If I ever), uh, broke your heart
Baby know that I ain't mean it, gotta listen to the words I'm sayin'
You know that I ain't playin', yeah
I'm sick enough to really tell you what it is, yeah
I let you live inside the crib, let you live inside the crib
Just so I could beat it down, ooh woah, yeah
Don't gotta call me to tell me to beat it down no more
I can't hang around my robbers no more
You the only one I give rounds to for sure
Fuck them bitches just make 'em hate you
You're my bitch, girl and I'm grateful
You're mine still, uh
You're mine, you're mine, you're mine
And if a bitch get out of line still, yeah
I'm quick to load it up, let if off with that iron
I fuck you to gangsta music, we might get into it, yeah, ayy
One thing I know is you love a nigga who gangsta
And you heavily influenced
Niggas bitch boys so they ain't got a chance, yeah
See if he can't get into your pants, let alone
He can't get into your heart, it's in my hands, yeah
You want a nigga who the man
Tell him do what I can't, tell him to eat the cake
Tell him to lift you up and put that pussy in his face
Tell him pull on your hair, hit from the back while you creamin'
Spit in your mouth while you screamin', oh, oh
Tell him to make you faint
Tell him you like somebody who gon' put you in your place
Tell him you don't want me, I don't really like to chase, yeah
Unless it's drinks if that's the case
Hennessy not your body, you like 1942, and when I get inside it
The way you ride the dick like you put it on autopilot
The way you ride the dick, know all that did is leave me smilin', ayy
Said I'm done bein' so childish
If I ever (If I ever), uh, broke your heart
Baby know that I ain't mean it, gotta listen to the words I'm sayin'
You know that I ain't playin'
I'm sick enough to really tell you what it is, yeah
I let you live inside the crib, let you live inside the crib
Just so I could beat it down, ooh woah, yeah
Don't gotta call me to tell me to beat it down no more
I can't hang around my robbers no more
You the only one I give rounds to for sure
Fuck them bitches just make 'em hate you
You're my bitch, girl and I'm grateful
You're mine still, uh
You're mine, you're mine, you're mine
And if a bitch get out of line still, yeah
I'm quick to load it up, let if off with that iron
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