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(Great John on the beat by the way) Uh She 'bout to do double hands Throw it in a rubber band She 'bout to do double hands, damn, uh, uh I feel like Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm (Damn) Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm (Uh) Why he got a gun and he a artist? Bae, I thought I told you that they makin' me a target Damn, why he goin' dumb when he the smartest? I buy all expensive shit 'cause I couldn't afford it, damn, uh I think I did it again I never needed a friend I do a hundred and crash in the Lamb' I know I'ma see you again She said, "Boy we just friends," damn I'm like, "Why you let me fuck then? Then let me fuck again" Throw it in a rubber band Shе 'bout to do double hands, damn Girl, I love it when you doublе hand Letras de cancionesBaby, I'm back in that mode I might just leave you alone When I go, can I borrow your soul? She just prayin' I'm making it home I feel like Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm (Damn) Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm (Uh) Why he got a gun and he a artist? Bae, I thought I told you that they makin' me a target Damn, why he goin' dumb when he the smartest? I buy all expensive shit 'cause I couldn't afford it, damn I was told to always keep it cool Why you try to play me? Bitch, you know I ain't no fool, damn My lil' brother blood, he say, "Boo" We came from the mud, robbin' shit and breakin' rules, damn I put my life on the line Fuck that ho, she ain't mine Feel like you wastin' my time I just be seein' them signs She said "Boy, I'm just fine," damn Know you hurtin', baby, why you lyin'? I say that shit all the time I feel like Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm (Damn) Mm-mm, mm-mm-mmm Mm-mm-mmm, mm-mm-mmm (Uh) Why he got a gun and he a artist? Bae, I thought I told you that they makin' me a target Damn, why he goin' dumb when he the smartest? I buy all expensive shit 'cause I couldn't afford it, damn From Letras Mania