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I'm tryna figure out what the hell you've been doing when you're all alone
Why you ain't picking up the phone
Just the other night it was back shots
All night you moaned
I can tell that you ready to flash out
I can hear it in your tone
Fuck it I be ready to flash out
Pull up and let the mag out
About her I know I crashed bout it
You ain't even got to ask about it All in the store poppin' tags bout it
Bae give me your hand
I know I fucked up bae give me a chance
I know I lucked up just being your man
Fuck it bae let's hit the Gucci sto'
She let me fuck until her coochie swole
Let's see how many rounds you can go
You know how many pounds I done sold
Shout out to my migo I don't know how many pounds that nigga growed
You was round when I was down that made me want you round even more
I fucked around
You fucked off
Fuck it even score
Better not try to leave no more
You ain't got no key to get inside For you I leave it open
I be so damn deep when i'm inside I be tryna squeeze it open
Big shark i'm in the deepest ocean
I knew you needed me I told you
You ain't leaving me I know it
You just felt you had to show me
You fuck with niggas
I turn the other way and act like I don't notice
This Kasim 392 I'm finna SRT my motor
I'm tryna figure out what the hell you've been doing when you're all alone
Why you ain't picking up the phone
Just the other night it was back shots
All night you moaned
I can tell that you ready to flash out
I can hear it in your tone
Fuck it I be ready to flash out
Pull up and let the mag out
About her I know I crashed bout it
You ain't even got to ask about it All in the store poppin' tags bout it
Bae give me your hand
I know I fucked up bae give me a chance
I know I lucked up just being your man