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Kutta, cut that shit up, mane We straight in the headphones? Yeah I'm tryna figure out a few things, I know you know it Lately, shit ain't even been the same, I know you know it Time and time, the shit be the sam, I know you wonderin' why I try again Why even try again Fuckin' in the back of the coupe, it feel like money Them hoes was just somethin' to do, don't even want 'em now I ain't tryna fuck up with you, I know you want a nigga all to yourself, it's hard to try to manage Dropped you at the airport, feel different than before This might be our last time and girl, I know you know I got on G Fazos, G Fazos and I'm runnin' through thеse hoes and I'm tryna find love with somеone else I ain't give you half of me, that's just the only half that you see All this partyin' and turnin' up, girl, that ain't me And that's not you either, just someone you tryna be Just to get over the pain and over the things I made you even you see I'm so evil in your mind, I know that, yeah I'm a villain in your mind and I know that, yeah And I know I crossed a line 'cause your sister hates me Know your girlfriends tryna convince you that you made me Way before you knew me, I was steppin' in Prada Fast forward three years later I'm worth more than your father Pourin' out my feelings on this eight hundred sony, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah Anytime I bring up your name, I say you're loyal Letras de cancionesHeard you end up played a few games, oh, you not loyal now Told you that I put down the pills and yet I'm comin' down all over again, down all over again You the one that's searchin' for things and cause a problem Everything you wanted to see, look here, you got 'em now Not goin' back and forth with these games, I know you never wanna double back You never been the one to double back Who's askin'? Asked what I dropped just for a wife, man, who's askin'? If it was up to me I'd be a fuck hoes, get her back type of nigga And I thought that's who I'd really be originally but I love you And the list of hoes I fuck, girl, too long before I knew you You was a breath of fresh air, should've took you in but I blew it, oh The devil tries me, tries me, over again, again, again Yeah Fold when the Sprite, double cup the ice, it's time to give 'em new sauce Double up, goin' big, runnin' my own biz', I'm a boss Half a mil on the pull up and my t-shirt came from Ross R&B but I'm strapped up, stayin' tapped in with my niggas Shout a ho, I'm out in Astros, came back seven figures, huh This rocks through every time 'cause every time I'm real nigga I live different, I spill different, I'm rockin' up brand that ain't costin' shit, it look like Gucci though So ice in the booth right now, I might fuck around and go Gucci flow Young nigga goin' too crazy, put a Louis on a straight jacket Had to press You only get one of these, ain't no playback, yeah, yeah Tell me what you loss, yeah, okay, let's get it back I don't care, whatever, we hot as hell, let's get it back Fuck the games if I text you, "I love you", send it back From Letras Mania