I don't even wanna see ya'
She on my phone, I delete her
Only forgot I believe her
Now, I got blood on my t-shirt
Walking so long, think my feet hurt
Back up, back up cause you need to go
I need them racks, fasho
You done stabbed me in my back, fasho
I could count in five ways or four
Run up on the block and hit them folks
I'm tryna say she saying it's just too many links
When I'm on the shit you see the blue on the sink
Baby, I ain't mean to, what you do, what you mean
Bitch, I'm hot as shit, it's like it's two hundred degrees
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I don't even wanna see ya'
She on my phone, I delete her
Only forgot I believed her
Now I got blood on my -shirt
Walking so long, think my feet hurt
Back up, back up cause you need to go
I need them racks, fasho, you done stabbed me in my back, fasho
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Damn, we supposed to be blood (blood)
You ain't really fit it up (up)
Yeah, my cup I fill it up (up)
Cause it was empty, yeah (uh)
I let my mind run loose
I guess why I can't lose
You not supposed to choose
I think we great, we good
Sippin on Remy juice
I cannot feel my shoes
She wanna come back around
She see that I got them blues
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She see that I got them blues
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I don't even wanna see ya'
She on my phone, I delete her
Only forgot I believe her
Now, I got blood on my t-shirt