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Zaria Freeman Joyner
Zaria Freeman Joyner
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You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes Got the line busy so don't call my phone Packing up the boxes with your old clothes Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes Got the line busy so don't call my phone Packing up the boxes with your old clothes Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones You won't find no girl like me and that's a guarantee You gonna keep playing boy don't act like you can't lose me Cause they keep begging so I guess I can be choosy Cause at the end of the day I know you'd choose me Cause I stayed down for you stayed focus then got in my bag Got blue checks in my DMs I ain't never hit them back Cause my ass fat and they love the way I rap If I left yo ass you would take me back Where my Bacardi at I ain't your shorty yea Cause you been trippin' but you never wanna call it that Ah yea I'm good with that he at my party yea And if his vibe is right I'll ride him like a Harley yea Just get out my way cause we ain't the same bitch I got a date No I can't be late said I'm on the way get me the filet Now we conversate go back to his place we sippin' champagne 4-0 GPA got his M.B.A said give me that brain boy You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes Got the line busy so don't call my phone Packing up the boxes with your old clothes Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes Got the line busy so don't call my phone Packing up the boxes with your old clothes Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones You had a real one but you ain't feel like that shit was real life so you can't be mine No you can't feel love even that trill love so baby deal drugs that shit will kill ya Just go back to bad girls bad things baby live your dreams without me You gonna regret the day that you doubted me When I ride around in my Prada jeans When I got a lot on my mind but see I know you'll still be proud of me Let love you go cause you was blind to see Now I'm a star and they want a piece Bae I tried to keep it peaceful Sometimes love don't come with redoes Just know I tried hard to keep you Cause them guys tried hard to beat you Hate to say that they did defeat you Damn I really would hate to be you now Damn I really would hate to be you now Cause you let me go and you will never live that down You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes Got the line busy so don't call my phone Packing up the boxes with your old clothes Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes Got the line busy so don't call my phone Packing up the boxes with your old clothes Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones
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