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Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I'm back in that one zone, yeah, uh-huh
Yo Bigghie
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
8Ball on the motherfuckin' track man
You know I'm back in that
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I'm back in that one zone
I took his bitch, then I went home
Got a whole lotta racks on my cellphone
And I keep me a rocket
She wanna fuck, but I'm tryna get profit
Said he want war, then it's up, we can't drop it
Look at the bitch in my whip, she exotic, yeah
And I know that you want me, but you do not need me
We can just fuck and then move on
Said you gon ride, then folded
I don't know what you want, I'ma move on
She blow up my phone for no reason
I got tired of the hoe, told her move on
And my dawg, he be thuggin' for real
He gon' catch him an opp and then move on
She on my body, I fuck with that
I'm fuckin' on her and she fuckin' back
I thug her for real and she lovin' that
Nigga play, we gon' give 'em a mummy wrap
If she cute on the gram, gotta meet her
She don't know how to take it, I teach her
She play with that pussy while I'm on her speaker
I don't give her no kiss, I ain't lovin' no skeezer
I want a Maybach, I want a Rari
I broke her heart, I ain't tell her I'm sorry
She sit on my dick and she ride like a car seat
All of my bitches be lookin' like Barbies
He workin' hard, but he gotta do more
He said it's his main, but that really my whore
I took his bitch, then I took her on tour
He reach for the blick, then I'm uppin' the score
Yeah, say that she love me, I got a brand new eater
Yeah, yeah, look at my dawg, he got 2-2-3
Yeah look at these hoes, I'm havin' a threesome
Fuckin' on two groupies
I'ma buss my gun till that motherfucker jam
I ain't lettin' no nigga do me, no no
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I'm back in that one zone