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Eli Brown
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Noah "40" Shebib
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John Alexander Hyszko
John Alexander Hyszko
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Thomas Lumpkins
Thomas Lumpkins
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K. Karimi
K. Karimi
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Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
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Daniel Wagner Cash
Daniel Wagner Cash
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Phillip Michael William Campbell
Phillip Michael William Campbell
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Sampha Sissay
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Young Troy
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Eli Brown
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Tommy Parker
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Sauceboy
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TheBoyKam
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Dnny Phntm
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Noah "40" Shebib
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Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
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OUPSiNG
OUPSiNG
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Chris Athens
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Dave Huffman
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(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love) You cannot find no one better than this Tryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I try Takin' three months off, then f- again After you say we not f- again Never say "Never," just say what it is Act like you need some insurance on this We didn't get here on accident Don't make me bring out them racks again Your two best friends are some savages Yeah, how many days has it been? Swearin' it's different, not genuine Movin' like Snoopy and Charlie Brown Feel like you tryna dog the kid You're mine Too many reasons why I can't picture you with him That's just so embarrassin' I want to die, to die I swear that I wanted you back then Waitin' on you like a backend You bad as f-, ain't no cappin' Statements you claimed never happened This can't be the sh- that you doin' to me All of them nights you was slidin' around Told me what n- was doin' to you That's the same sh- that you doin' to me You in the city, you laid up with him While I'm on the road with no one to see There's no way (Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love) 'Cause you cannot find no one better than this Tryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I try F- and argue and f- again After you said we not f- again Probably coulda made it work again if I Was man enough to tell you, you was wrong Man enough to not put it in a song For the world to sing along Man enough, I coulda told you on my own Man enough to admit that Paragraph I sent last night, yeah, I probably shoulda never sent that And when you layin' on your stomach, only time I ever wanna get my lick back How the outsiders know the inside? They was never supposed to get that, nah And that's just so embarrassin' I want to die, to die Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for when you was married That tale wasn't much of a fairy Christmas, it wasn't at Mary You a trophy to me like the Lary Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for In Miami and the owls with me like they just put my ass in Gryffindor Mouth dry over 20 that I never bother gettin' no prescription for Steve sayin' that you miss me and I won't say it to you, but I miss you more Said we got each other back, and then you put the knife in it like the kitchen drawer Way I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on you, coulda written more If the shoe was on the other foot, and it was me, it woulda been guerilla war Since you know I got a soft spot for you, this has turned into a civil war Artists hittin' on you, broke as f-, I swear them n- probably live in Singapore The athlete that you rollin' with, I saw his game last night, he didn't score F-, I gotta say a little more Show you spots you never been before It's f- up that we was goin' once, and now you're goin' twice like a biddin' war Why you act like just 'cause I go to the strip club, girl, that I don't love you? You still listenin' to R Kelly in the whip, baby girl, and I don't judge you I'ma end this sh- and let the 40 beat play before snap And Booby Trap throwin' more bills than your baby daddy trap Yeah, grrah
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib, Sampha Sisay, Eliel Afari Brown, Daniel James Wagner Cash, Aaron Lashane Thomas, Kamyar Karimi, Thomas Wesily Lumpkins, John Alexander Hyszko, Phillip Michael Campbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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