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If I told you I love you, I mean it

They letting me cook and I'm feeling conceited

And these ****, they looking defeated

I get to the bag, cuz you know that I need it

She sent me a text, I don't read it

I go to her crib and I beat it

If my **** ever did a crime

I'm telling the police, "I ain't even see it"

Whole lot of racks and I need it

A whole lot of bitches wanna fuck with the general

Go to her crib and she play with my genitals

I'm from New York where these **** be federal

and I gotta knock, no I cannot be scared of you

Bitch, I'm top 5, but I'm not 2, 3, 4, or the 5

I pull up with sticks and I pull up with guys

If I told you I love you, I mean it

They letting me cook and I'm feeling conceited

And these ****, they looking defeated

I get to the bag, cuz you know that I need it

She sent me a text, I don't read it

I go to her crib and I beat it

If my **** ever did a crime

I'm telling the police, "I ain't even see it"

If I told you I love you, I mean it

They letting me cook and I'm feeling conceited

And these ****, they looking defeated

I get to the bag, cuz you know that I need it

She sent me a text, I don't read it

I go to her crib and I beat it

If my **** ever did a crime

I'm telling the police, "I ain't even see it"

I ain't even peep it

Don't give me no change at a store

You could keep it

Said this is my year, but these bitches be sleeping

She like parties, The Weeknd

You know, I be "Creepin'"

Bitches wanna fuck on the weekend

She saying she love me, not even a week in

Bitch I got money, my pockets increasing.

I just spent a rack, my pockets decreasing.

If I told you I love you, I mean it

They letting me cook and I'm feeling conceited

And these ****, they looking defeated

I get to the bag, cuz you know that I need it

She sent me a text, I don't read it

I go to her crib and I beat it

If my **** ever did a crime

I'm telling the police, "I ain't even see it"

If I told you I love you, I mean it

They letting me cook and I'm feeling conceited

And these ****, they looking defeated

I get to the bag, cuz you know that I need it

She sent me a text, I don't read it

I go to her crib and I beat it

If my **** ever did a crime

I'm telling the police, "I ain't even see it"