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It was good if you ask me

Thinking 'bout what I'm finna say now

We been going through this everyday now

What's good with you?

Still remember being in the hood with you

Money got these bitches on my Johnson so badly

They tried to spin me in Cali, got bumpy like acne

I got a lot, but I want much more

I wanted more than I deserved, I

Picked you up and dropped you off like a curbside

You showed me the best of you with your third eye

Never out loud, you made the hairs of my body stick up like I was Alfalfa

D.T.B, these bitches ain't loyal, cannot vouch for 'em

You wasn't with me when I slept on the couch, now I'm

In my city they treat me like Gillie in Philly

If I give you game, it's gon' be worth like a billi'

Gave a bitch my heart, she let it go in a river

It's a whole 'nother story, this ain't Bobby and Whitney

I got a whole lot of money, you could spend it with me

Smack the soul out a ****, you think it's funny, ain't shit

I'm not a role model ****, I got killas with me

Holes in your body, but you could never be 50

And I got bruised once for loving a girl

Confused, thinking bitch ass **** was so thorough

Paddy wagon used to spin the block, was only selling weed

I rather see that **** in a box before he tell on me

Out of all the altercations with the oops that never fell on me

And now it's conversations with the akhis 'bout investments, baby, did I stutter?

All these M&M's got **** acting shady, I miss Butta

When they killed my friend, I felt like blasting something

Shit was all good, if you ask me

Till you started asking 'bout Tiffany and Ashley

I look through your phone, I ain't gon' lie, you did me badly

You looked through my phone, what you expect to see? I'm nasty

Don't ask me shit, don't hit me up about no bullshit

Especially when you interrupting me while I'm working

I pick you up, you said bring the car with the curtains

Girls that I deserted, I don't deserve them

Will you be with me when it all falls down?

Look at the Richie, baby, time will tell

If I get the best of you, then I have to

Show you the best of me

But can you stop asking me questions

About who I'm texting?

Girl, I'm good, if you ask me

I never dated Tiffany or Ashley, just ask them

Baby, if I got it, you got it, and I got mad funds

It's okay to treat me like an arcade, you can have fun

These rap **** my sons, and if they breed, I got grandsons

There's things that she wanna know about me

You keep on asking me questions

About who I'm texting

And about who I'm sexting

And I can't take it no, no

You keep interrupting my flexing

Who you think you checking?

Girl, you could go get to stepping

'Cause I can't take it, no, no

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