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(What the fuck?) Club lights, we fight every night Baby, I don't wanna do that Your type, jeans tight, Dirty Sprite She's like "How the fuck you do that?" I can't be there all the time But you know I gotta prove that I can't leave here anytime soon I got something to do, yeah Walk away as the door slams You got blood on your poor hands I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams Walk away as the door slams You got blood on your poor hands I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams I know you wanna FaceTime, baby, I have Samsung When I met your mom, she told me I was handsome You told me I'm sexy, do you still think that? You told me you love me, do you still think that? 3AM, climbin' through your window Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out your window Letras de cancionesYou're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes Walk away as the door slams You got blood on your poor hands I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams Walk away as the door slams You got blood on your poor hands I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams From Letras Mania