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I just feel like being outside
With the bottles poured up
And I only got four seats in
The range and they filled up
I might fuck around and change my number
It's about to be a single summer
Go disappoint the next bitch I'm busy
I like to spark up on the jet when I'm tipsy
Movin trim got me cutting everybody loose
New pictures make the old niggas miss me
Know he wanna kiss me
Ass out yeah I'm a bad muhfuka
Crash out, yeah he a mad muhfuka
Learned my lesson I don't do no holding hands
You will never catch me post nigga on the gram
The Fuck
Guess them prayers and the mean time worked
Bae I had to put me first
I was in my feelings stuck up in the house
But just know that I'm single when you see me out
I just feel like being outside
With the bottles poured up
And I only got four seats in
The range and they filled up
I might fuck around and change my number
It's about to be a single summer
Used to the leave club go home for a nigga
Yeah I left my bitch alone for a nigga
Ain't saying I aint never get along with the nigga
Ain't no beef I just was wrong for a nigga
Had me fuckin up my bag
Stressed out man, losing all this ass
Like what the fuck, I'm in my prime
I ain't slowing motion over dick
Fuck da wickedest slim
I know who I am
Outside and the drink taste like fuck him
Just a waste of time that don't mean that I don't love him
Right now im on all bread no cuddles
Bitch I need some bands stuffed up in that Louie duffle
Guess them prayers and the mean time worked
Bae I had to put me first
I was in my feelings stuck up in the house
Just know that I'm single when you see me out
I just feel like being outside
With the bottles poured up
And I only got four seats in
The range and they filled up