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Take a shot, I could get her going crazy To the spot, then I'm heading back to Tracy Drop top, let it pop when I'm racing She got Henny and the truly for the chasin' But really what she chasin' Old texts in my phone, tryna trace it, aye They don't wanna see me link up with you Baby they don't even fuck with you So why you thinkin' they gon' fuck with me They don't even got no love for you They don't wanna see you lit They don't wanna see the new whip They don't wanna see a new crib, new bag on your hip They don't wanna see you taking trips They don't wanna see the new tat on your ribs Yeah Taking shots on a first name basis Not the one for you, girl just face it 42 On your lip, I could taste it all Yeah Old friends, new man, what's changing I could slide, I could make some arrangements Day with me is a motherfuckin' placement, oh Take a shot, I could get her going crazy To the spot, then I'm heading back to Tracy Drop top, let it pop when I'm racing She got Henny and the truly for the chasin' But really what she chasin' Old texts in my phone, tryna trace it, aye They don't wanna see me link up with you Baby they don't even fuck with you So why you thinkin' they gon' fuck with me They don't even got no love for you They don't wanna see you lit They don't wanna see the new whip They don't wanna see a new crib, new bag on your hip They don't wanna see you taking trips They don't wanna see the new tat on your ribs Yeah Girl you wildin' Girl you childish Got a lot of Prada bags, you stylin' No problem, nah So what's the problem Who you callin' When everything outside's not revolving, around you Yeah, 'round you They don't wanna see me link up with you Baby they don't even fuck with you So why you thinkin' they gon' fuck with me They don't even got no love for you They don't wanna see you lit They don't wanna see the new whip They don't wanna see a new crib, new bag on your hip They don't wanna see you taking trips They don't wanna see the new tat on your ribs, no no Take a shot, I could get her going crazy To the spot, then I'm heading back to Tracy Drop top, let it pop when I'm racing She got Henny and the truly for the chasin' But really what she chasin' Old texts in my phone, tryna trace it, aye They don't wanna see me link up with you
Writer(s): Steven Soto Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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