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I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Get off of my I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents All I can really do is run Pay you no mind and make you wonder If I was really the one Ain't that a shame, yeah, what a bummer Don't wanna waste another sun Let it be what it be I'm going out, I'm having fun Don't play with me again I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Get off of my I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents When your money's spent Got my arms wide open for you Oh, oooooh With the champagne popping for you Oh, oooooh Yeah I'm finito, I'm done Just need me time to recover It takes some muscle to get tough Some say it takes another lover Don't want another re-run I've been selling all that I-I-I have So Imma run, Imma run run Don't gotta chase me again I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Get off of my I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents When your money's spent Got my arms wide open for you Oh, oooooh With the champagne popping for you Oh, oooooh Sitting here drunk by myself like it's good for my health Celebrating with the ghost of you And if you ain't dead to me yet then I gotta make sure That them goons get some ice on you Hey, fuck (?), what's going on? No pity, just petty, let me fuck around I might key your car and dance to the car alarm No mercy on this shit I'm spitting on Moved on fast, yeah I trust Yo, I don't even wanna fuss Now we all cops up to no good Cause we so hood, we so hood I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Get off of my I don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents Chop chop, yo, I'm cutting off the loose ends Don't mind, it don't even make 2 cents When your money's spent Got my arms wide open for you Oh, oooooh With the champagne popping for you Oh, oooooh
Writer(s): Magnus Lidehall, Jacqueline Cummings, Henok Meharena Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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