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Say my name (Say my name),
Do that thing (Do that thing)
I know that you on my body
But they got you off the molly
I don't play (I don't play),
This no game (This no game)
I know trifling is your hobby
But I got you saying sorry, damn
Acting like I can't put your
Face in front this beam (Beam)
She said I'm the man,
But we moving as a team (Team)
I got all my plans tucked
Away inside the van (Van)
Don't you step
Inside my fucking land
Keep my head inside (Inside)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
We don't got no ties (Ties)
Bitch, I watch you cry (Cry)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
We don't got no ties (Ties)
Bitch, I watch you cry (Cry) yeah
Bitch, back off of me (Me)
Please just let me breath
(Breathe), you so smothery
Blow you to smithereens,
Riding with the beam
Stuck in lucid dreams,
Ya, red promethazine
No, I need to leave,
Know I fiend for lean
Got my bands up, nigga,
Put your hands up
Private dancer, she
Come from Atlanta
Got the beam tucked,
if a nigga run up, uh
You get done up,
Choppa leave you scarred, fuck
Keep my head inside (Inside)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
We don't got no ties (Ties) bitch,
I watch you cry (Cry)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
We don't got no ties (Ties)
Bitch, I watch you cry (Cry) yeah
Do that thing (Do that thing)
I know that you on my body
But they got you off the molly
I don't play (I don't play),
This no game (This no game)
I know trifling is your hobby
But I got you saying sorry, damn
Acting like I can't put your
Face in front this beam (Beam)
She said I'm the man,
But we moving as a team (Team)
I got all my plans tucked
Away inside the van (Van)
Don't you step
Inside my fucking land
Keep my head inside (Inside)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
We don't got no ties (Ties)
Bitch, I watch you cry (Cry)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
We don't got no ties (Ties)
Bitch, I watch you cry (Cry) yeah
Bitch, back off of me (Me)
Please just let me breath
(Breathe), you so smothery
Blow you to smithereens,
Riding with the beam
Stuck in lucid dreams,
Ya, red promethazine
No, I need to leave,
Know I fiend for lean
Got my bands up, nigga,
Put your hands up
Private dancer, she
Come from Atlanta
Got the beam tucked,
if a nigga run up, uh
You get done up,
Choppa leave you scarred, fuck
Keep my head inside (Inside)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
We don't got no ties (Ties) bitch,
I watch you cry (Cry)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
Keep my head inside (Inside)
We don't got no ties (Ties)
Bitch, I watch you cry (Cry) yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Baello, Shermar Paul
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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