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, i just want you to come home, no matter if it's late at night, i know you saying you working, but baby boy this feeling ain't right, fuck that we got enough houses, enough cars, you done bought me enough jewelry, tired of your shit my nigga you hitting, nigga you lying, who you trying to run that game on?, who you think i am? i'm not one of these thots you met at playhouse, i just rode by nigga, you wasn't at dre house, parked my shit at ye house and hopped in the uber, jayceon stop lying you fucking think i'm stupid, nah look ain't nobody say that, you ain't complain when i bought that maybach, put you in chanel, your friend chanelle can't even say that, you wanted to see rihanna i put you and your friends at the concert, closet full of giuseppes you came a long way from converse, took you out that, put you in that tom ford, all this arguing i ain't got no time for it, you call my phone like fifty times, don't do no shit like that, i was just fucking them girls, i was gon' get right back, spinning around, spinning around, spinning around, spinning around, it's the same old, we be going through the same old, spinning around, spinning around, pulling them down, taking them down, it's the same old, niggas get tired of the same old, nigga you strapping up?, yeah i'm strapping up, shit you acting up?, yeah i'm acting up, nigga, you not gon' keep on playing me, you not gon' keep on playing me, is it gon' be this bitch or your family?, i'll kill that bitch whole family, what your crazy ass shooting in the house for?, what yo dumbass ruining the house for?and what time you get home anyway?, shit, about four, and that's what the fuck you sleeping on the couch for, i don't give a fuck, thug life i'm an outlaw, and the next bitch ain't nothing but a house call, scrolling through my iphone looking for my sidechick, this bitch always flipping pushing buttons like a sidekick, that's when i hop in my jeep and pull it out the toxic, and while you gone, guess what?, i'll be bouncing on that sidedick, nigga, i guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you, i guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you, i guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you, shit, they stop making them, they stop making them, guess she thought they stopped making real bitches when they made you, shit, there's a few in the room and a couple in the wraith too, now she's explaining to you, that she's the baddest bitch to ever grace to pair of shoes, and if you are unable to find better you lose, and all this loud chirping that you consider rude, but when food is on the table, we may be arguing like the cain and we abel, then we have some makeup love and we get back stable, have a little girl i cut the cord from her navel, i guess it's just the way it goes down, love is like a merry go round, i guess it's just the way it goes down, love is like a merry go round, it all goes to game

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Artist: game, the