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Intro 1
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Ayy,
Verse 1
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ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy
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Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach
Verse 2
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Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
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I got the sauce, b, I'm the boss
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Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech
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Cleaning lady just emptied
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the trash
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Cm wrappers, Versace receipts
All of my ns is ready to shoot
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They clappin' they hands
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and settin' they feet
Two cellphones and I'm
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harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
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She said that she late,
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she think I'm the daddy
I'm actin' like Shaggy,
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'cause it wasn't me
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False alarm, just got her period
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And she wasn't serious, what a relief
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Ns be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap
I'm built for this sh*t, man, I got
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the physique
Verse 3
Two cellphones and I'm
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harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
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I'm in my section, I look a king
She lookin' at me like I'm
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somethin' to eat
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She do not know, she 'bout to get curved
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I met her before, she ain't wanna speak
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I had a three, with two of your fans
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Can't say no names, I kept it discreet
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Wake up, pray, get money, repeat
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Wake up, pray, get money, repeat
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I asked God for someone like me
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He said, "I can't, I made you unique"
She came to my house,
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sat on the couch
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Indian style, she know I'm the chief
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I got cameras all over the crib
Come to my spot, gotta sign a release
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If she in my DM, I know she a freak
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You 'bout to be f' with
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somebody niece
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Took off her clothes, sat on the bed,
Still smell her body spray
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all on my sheets
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Crazy sh*t is I ain't even hit it,
I know she was with it, but
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I fell asleep
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Don't got the heart to tell her to go,
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I just act like I got somewhere to be
Verse 4
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Two cellphones and I'm
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harder to reach
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Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
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I got the sauce, b, I'm the boss
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Bm
Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech
Cleaning lady just emptied
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the trash
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Cm wrappers, Versace receipts
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All of my ns is ready to shoot
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They clappin' they hands and
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settin' they feet
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Two cellphones and I'm
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harder to reach
Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link
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She said that she late,
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she think I'm the daddy
I'm actin' like Shaggy,
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'cause it wasn't me
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False alarm, just got her period
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Bm
She wasn't serious, what a relief
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Ns be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap
I'm built for this sh*t, man, I got the physique

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