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(Mingo, haha) (Who do you wanna be?) Yeah, I'm on now, I'm a dropout And she want me just to pop out, take some shots, but I don't even drink no alcohol, I'm into codeine I'm not like them other boys, bae, you gotta feel me Functioning addict, baby, that's just the real me Finessing these crackers, baby, you gotta feel me Got a lot of my niggas in shackles and they depend on me Some niggas plotting on me, tryna take the win from me I can feel your energy and I know you wanna feel on me Wait 'til we get home, not up in public You get to tripping and I get to spending Buying you APs, buying you LV, buying you Fendi, buying Givenchy Just for you, and that's facts These niggas wouldn't have treated you like that You catered to me then you stabbed me in my back Feel like a truck hit me from your impact We gotta stay intact I adore you, never buying you Michael Kors, always Christian Dior Always keeping you spoiled with everything that you want Don't wanna lose you, you what I'm used to Fuck them other dudes, with you, I'll never lose Wanna marry you on a cruise Closing the book for you and you made it to chapter two You win, baby girl, and these other hoes lose, other hoes lose From Letras Mania