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God probably should've put thorns On the grapevine Hoes love to gossip so I try to stay away, I'm Way too fucking pretty for the texts I make her Facetime It get disrespectful Broski reaching for his waistline I'm a vampire Never by her in the daytime All black attire When you see me with the k9s They never believe it till they see it Then they say I am What they say I am What they say I- Still independent 732 baby, 9 off the exit Don't hit my line in the Stu I reject it We in the States but we fluent in metric, yeah Grams, liters, et cetera They know my name in this bitch, it's respected Shorty relax you a name on the checklist I heard they hating, we moving protected Most of my dogs really grew up neglected Now Benjamin Frank give 'em lots of attention I'm with the gang and we plotting for pension I'm with ya girl, I got thotty intentions Homie relax (ahh, ahh), why so much tension? Lemme rephrase it, that's not a suggestion We get offended, and it get offensive so God probably should've put thorns On the grapevine Hoes love to gossip so I try to stay away I'm Way too fucking pretty for the texts I make her Facetime It get disrespectful Broski reaching for his waistline I'm a vampire Never by her in the daytime All black attire When you see me with the k9s They never believe it till they see it Then they say I am What they say I am What they say I Look, I do not know what you heard about me 'Cause my bros never fold or told no dirt about me And my opps never see me they just swerve around me And a bop meet me, barely get a word up out me Like, no pillow talking I'ma dead man walking A moving target, you can't pin me Please proceed with caution It's understood I'm unrelated Still my name get brought in I was overlooked and waited Now it's gonna cost 'em God probably should've put thorns On the grapevine Hoes love to gossip so I try to stay away I'm Way too fucking pretty for the texts I make her Facetime It get disrespectful Broski reaching for his waistline I'm a vampire Never by her in the daytime All black attire When you see me with the k9s They never believe it till they see it Then they say I am What they say I am What they say I
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