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Twelve in the morning, I'm out when you want me Twelve in the morning, I'm outside when you want me Phone blowin' up, they keep on textin' me Left my shit on DND, what they expect from me? (Woah) How you want a handout but you ain't check for me? Shit, you said you need another me, go find a better me Shit, if it's that easy, do your thing, girl, apparently This shit too scary, I don't care 'bout where they bury me (No) Now we back in Houston swingin' five cars We ain't at the Westin, this a five star (Woah) (Damn) Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah (Oh) LA for the week, I go very hard (Oh) On Rodeo, we ain't meetin' with no A&Rs (Oh) Pull up in that fuckin' GLE, it's a fast car Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, scrape the motherfuckin' bowl, nigga Diamonds VVS all on my body, I feel froze in it Why the fuck you keep runnin' your mouth? Oh, you bold nigga? We got bolder bricks and vacuum sealed, bankroll, nigga (Hey) Pull up for the weekend, leave the Rarri there (Skrt) She want PARTYNEXTDOOR, I want Cartier Now she fuck with Donny, she want Cartier This LA ho gon' pull ASAP, she ask if Bari there Woah, woah Niggas cannot check me, (Woah, woah) Ridin' in the motherfuckin' Rarri this shit (Skrt, skrt) Shawty tryna fuck me like she Monica Lewinsky I ain't fuck that ho, she pulled up with her bestie (What) DC got some guap, I got a watch for my bestie I just got a Rollie, same one for my twinski (Twin) We got white money, Lamb truck, Richie Richie Skrt off in New York, MSG, Jeremy Lin me (Skrt) With some white ho's, snorting work, Lindsay, Lindsay I done ran up cash money, now that lil' ho think she Nicki (What) Pull up for the weekend, leave the Rarri there (Srkt, skrt) She want PARTYNEXTDOOR, I want Cartier Now she fuck with Donny, she want Cartier You can't meet me in my motherfuckin' city, I be hardly there Phone blowin' up, they keep on textin' me Left my shit on DND, what they expect from me? How you want a handout but you ain't check for me? Shit, you said you need another me, go find a better me Shit, if it's that easy, do your thing, girl, apparently This shit too scary, I don't care 'bout where they bury me (No) Now we back in Houston swingin' five cars We ain't at the Westin, it's a five star (Damn) Oh, oh, oh, oh Twelve in the morning, I'm out, when you want me
Writer(s): Daijon Davis, Matvey Shalnev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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