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I can hold my liquorBut this man can’t handle his weedDark and lonely nowOn Chicago, south of townI'm on to IndianaI heard it in the radio nowI can't handle no liquorBut these bitches can't handle meI can't control my niggasAnd my niggas they can't control meYou say you know me, my niggaBut you really just know the old meBitch I'm back out my comaWakin' up on your sofaWhen I park my Range RoverSlightly scratch your CorollaOkay, I smashed your CorollaI'm hangin' on a hangoverFive years we been overAsk me why I came overOne more hit and I can own yaOne more fuck and I can own yaOne cold night in OctoberPussy had me floatin'Letras de cancionesFeel like Deepak ChopraPussy had me deadMight call 2Pac overYeezy's all on your sofaThese the Red OctobersStill ain't learn me no mannersYou love me when I ain't soberYou love me when I'm hungoverEven when I blow dojaThen her auntie came overSkinny bitch with no shouldersTellin' you that I'm bogusBitch you don't even know us"Baby girl, he's a lonerBaby girl, he's a lonerLate-night organ donorAfter that, he disown yaAfter that he's just hopelessSoul mates become soullessWhen it's over it's over"And bitch, I'm back out my comaCallin' up your uncle's placeShit's all over the placeI don't hear your phoneOhhh I wanna phone homeI can't handle no liquorBut these bitches can't handle meI can't control my niggasAnd my niggas they can't control meYou say you know me, my niggaBut you really just know the old meI heard you need a new fad (a new girl)I heard you need a new stack (a new girl)I heard you need a new phone (a new girl)I know your 'rents ain't be home (a new girl)Callin' up your uncle's placeShit's all over the placeI don't hear your phoneOhhh I wanna phone home From Letras Mania