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Running round with my brovas , I'm gone She keep beggin' for me to come home

Better be on your knees at the door

I'ma fuck, then I'll leave out the door

I don't tell them bout shit I be on Keep on guessin', they say what they want

I be totting wherever we go They be mad, I don't need em no more

Servin' bows they gon' trust me the most I'ma get me a deal, wherever I go

Ready know that them rappers don't like me Cause I don't be fakin' like I like they songs

Who the fuck want the work put his ass on a shirt

If he try put a stop to my motion

For that bread, bitch, you know I'm devoted