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[Intro]
(Oh my god, seasons)

[Verse 1: Kynlary]
Pay for her nails, I love that sh*t
Big-body Benz, but my twin in that b*tch
Walked in the trap n*gga, buy me a zip
Pandora my wrist, bad b*tch in them Timbs
She lovin' her waist, she love Breaking Bad
She throwin' that ass, she doin' all that
Damn (?) got elevens on
Amiri with the brand-new J’s
Let me know you, yeah, like Jace!
Big-body GLE, came with a Drac’
Singin' to you and I'm singin' like Drake
Baby, I'm so proud of you
I love you but I know you miss me too
Off-white, wear it with Amiri, Trues
Counting these blues, we countin' these 50s
She wanna get tipsy off the Whitnеy
Sippin' red wine, write in my diary
My lifе without you, that why you can't talk to me
Yeah he got no new shoes, that why you don't f*ck with me
Only one might do it twice, no one f*ck with me
Damn he lovin' on your skin, damn I wish that was me
Back then you didn't have no friends, back crying to me
But I'm back crying to you
The life I live, ain't no telling the truth
The life I live, it don’t carry my weight
One day I will die, oh
It will be ok (ooh)
I'm sorry what I did ok (ooh-ooh)
[Verse 2: Yungster Jack]
No, It won’t be ok
Bae, I'm sorry, can we play pretend?
Smokin' flower, flower, flowers
Money’s comin' in, wire, wire, wire
She call me a liar, liar, liar
Pop a Perc 10, higher, higher, higher
Let your body go, now we’ll match physique
Pushin' up on me, the nights getting wild
Fight then we f*ck, f*ck then we fight
Put your ass on, I get you so riled
Bae I put you on, like some clothes
But you put me on like some garbage!
Like another pair of tennis shoes
(Uh)
They standing around, yeah
I just booked us a top floor suite hotel room, yeah
Why you actin’ like I wouldn’t miss you? Yeah!

[Verse 3: David Shawty]
(oh-oh-oh)
(David) This a classy verse
But throw her man out, I'mma throw her back out to the hearse
It's a tragedy story, student tryna be the teacher
Goin' out sad, goin' out bad, in the DMs tryna make your voice deeper
(Daaa-) Get smacked like that heavy bag, I'ma give you pair of some glasses (vid)
Graduated from the double cup, Pourin’ tusk into wine glasses
Exorcism, making heads spin, Spinderella
I'mma treat the b*tch like Cinderella
Whole lotta lies what I'm finna tell her
I'mma f*ck her like a felon (Oh my god, seasons)
I got two phones like Kevin
di*k in her stomach like Kevin
She gon' murder my children like Kevin
I'mma make her pus*y go to heaven
And I hope her pus*y was a Christian
I'm a dirty guy in these f*cking Christians
Just ended the song, go ahead and listen again
(YOUU-)
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