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Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Southside, southside shit Why you always wanna get into it? Let's make love, boo Thought I was meant for you? (Meant for you) Trippin' got you telling all your friends too (Friends) Yeah, pocket full of Benjis (Benjis) Forever, for you, I swear, I do that times two (Hah, times two) You out of line, look at my bro like, up that stick (Up that, up that) (Grrt-grrt-grrt) You wasn't there, it's a bloodhound, we servin' dog food (Dog food) Got many clientele, this shit be like a drive-through (Drive-through) Talkin' 'bout fast money, fast life (Okay) She like that flashy shit, all ice (All ice) Stay with a pocket rocket, heard they tryna end me (Yeah, yeah) They ain't gang, my n—, they enemies (Enemies) When I just think about this shit it give me chills (Grrrt) Show you how to work that stick (Yeah) It could get worse, I bet you (Yeah) Dead bodies, tell me 'bout it (Tell me 'bout it) Mom stressin', tell me 'bout it (Tell me 'bout it) Block hot, tell me 'bout it (Yeah) But we ain't changing, n—, life up in the ghetto You like expensive shit, I know (I know) No nine-to-five, I had to show you how that block work (Block work) Don't ever make them trick you out your worth Don't ever let them make you feel like you ain't worth it Let's make love, boo (Love) Thought I was meant for you? (Meant for you) Trippin' got you telling all your friends too (Friends) (Grrt-grrt-grrt) Yeah, pocket full of Benjis (Benjis) Forever, for you, I swear, I do that times two (Hah, times two) You out of line, look at my bro like, up that stick (Up that, up that) (Grrt-grrt-grrt) You wasn't there, it's a bloodhound, we servin' dog food (Dog food) Got many clientele, this shit be like a drive-through (Drive-through) Talkin' 'bout fast money, fast life She like that flashy shit, all ice
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