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Flip my calendar Way, way back, tryna find me a day one If you gotta ask, then you ain't one You ain’t got a bag? Better make one Nigga with a mask, gon' take one Real shooters shoot first like take one Niggas try to steal my sauce every day It's a lot at stake when you’re A1 (Huh) Should've never pawned your Glock You was moving like a pawn in your spot, getting swarmed out Redhead, lil' ho got real head Tried to call her Jean Grey and she stormed out Balling like a free safety, I'm zoned out I was playing Green Day in the dope house Fire man and you know I brought the hoes out And they ready to drop it like a rollout If she goin', we can hangout If she ain't goin', we can hangout I don't fuck everything in my face anyway They can twist anything that you say now Yeah, felt my clip when she put her hip in my hip My fault, bae All black, tryna talk to an alt bae Make her tilt her head back like Salt Bae Niggas try to throw salt, don’t got taste Letras de cancionesHeard what you had to say, took one grain It was mundane, can you try and not hatin’ for once, dang? We on the wrong page (Let me) Flip my calendar Way, way back, tryna find me a day one If you gotta ask, then you ain't one You ain’t got a bag? Better make one Nigga with a mask, gon' take one Real shooters shoot first like take one Niggas try to steal my sauce every day It's a lot at stake when you're A1 Yeah, I don’t let snake shit slip The result, I done lost a few friendships Deep down, really knew you'd flip shit I been waiting on the queue like bishop I ain't really in the mood to admit shit I was tryna move in dimensions Few could envision hues and the pigments Rules gettin' bent in the pew finna spit some I'm true with the fiction Lot of niggas wish they could do what I do, but I do it with truth, that's the difference Got a few screws that be loose, she could twist 'em Take her through the roof like a twister, okay Trust fucked up, but it's okay Lost my mind, my ho, my bro My whole side of town, but it's okay Got a feeling that I'ma see more days like the old days Flip my calendar Way, way back, tryna find me a day one If you gotta ask, then you ain't one You ain't got a bag? Better make one Nigga with a mask, gon' take one Real shooters shoot first like take one Niggas try to steal my sauce every day It's a lot at stake when you're A1 From Letras Mania