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She was scrolling through the contacts 3 AM, we was thinking we resolved that Baby dipped and I never got a call back We was in it to win it, to win each other's heart back Loretta, she a queen to a king Got it down with a T with a D Baby touch down with a bottle of the Henny Pushing lines, better take it with the East I was always right about the wrong Reminiscing while I hit the bong You was never fucking with the most Now I'm 'bout to put her in a song I'ma sip a fifth for the pain Swerve lanes like I whip in the rain Drop game, nigga stay with the flames I really think you got what it takes You that nut, you that nut You that butt in my blunt We stay high, we stay high We just weather the storm And she say (hi) And we stay (high) Ain't with that foul shit but you're flagrant You got that smile to match your fragrance Ain't what you need but yeah you want it I swear it's on until the morning, yeah Taking off from the free throw I just landed in High, first class a seat throw Before I even bought mom a dream home Damn, that's fucked up I'm sorry mama, I'm just tryna get my buzz up But I need somebody to help me And grind like this to be wealthy I need a teammate slash dream date Cool whip is where cream stay That bling stay on the bottom grip She said I want you, she thought I will Got it popping while I was popping pills My mama shopping in Beverly Hills You that nut, you that nut You that butt in my blunt We stay high, we stay high We just weather the storm And she say (hi) And we stay (high) Ain't with that foul shit but you're flagrant You got that smile to match your fragrance Ain't what you need but yeah you want it I swear it's on until the morning, yeah
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