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Literally my point is is that You didn't communicate anything You couldn't even text or call like text or nothing like you could have just said I'm busy instead you ignored me for How many days I don't want to fucking talk like The f*ck you couldn't text me The only difference between me and you is I know how to fucking communicate And I'm telling you I don't want to fucking talk So stop fucking texting me if it's not like no music if you ain't finna send me no song For me to listen to or nothing I don't want to talk do whatever the f*ck you want to do. Like I don't care I do not care Four Tre, Four Tre Okay I'ma try and do it in like one take or maybe two or something I'm workin I got a session till the AM I'm workin On 285 with my bumper rest up Trill Lately I've been high up, can't get no rest up here This bitch say she love me And that shit's so hard to tell If you took my eyes away I could still find a money trail And if you took your love away don't come back over here A hunnid what if's can't changed none of that shit you did I'm workin The right offer could get my service Call trouble bring me drank you know this shit get urgent Nobody's perfect more peace and blessings Bitch wanna act funny watch how you play your hand And this bitch ungrateful I get her everything And all these purses in her closet do the same thing And all this money we done made spent on the same thing I ain't got nothing to show for that 60k I threw away She know I'm worth it I'm the greatest She know I'm destined Shit make her hate me We was on bad terms You f*ck my dawg but I don't hate you Wish Kobe would've called God damn brother I'll see you later Her body perfect designer purse's If I like I purchase I don't do the hype you heard me Medicine on my ice dirty Prec's make my eyes blurred Took away what I interpret Trust Luu with my life for certain Sending niggas open verses Tryna extend my hand Told her you gotta stand on words You say you love me mean it Syrup slow down all my nerves I close my eyes on TV She take whatever I say to heart I know I hurt her feelings You know we thug in TG Me and Dray two deep I can't believe she for me or everybody love me Xanax let me see my uncle Don't trail this car it's filled with bumpers To my family I'm a failure To my seven's I'm the one Know that drink could never fail me Pour a tray and then I'm done Pour a 8 baby I'm good I left Kutta with my gun Fill my bitch body with cum And cut a lot of bitches out Snakes in the grass I'm for sure I let my chopper mow it down Lied on the Bible in the court Hope God forgive me when I'm gone Time flying on my end plus don finna be a farther Put my phone on DND And if that bitch call tell her I'm recording The f*ck, I'm working I'm working I can't motherfucking exchange my time To spend with you for what I got going on F*ck no No exchange Nah for real P You know what I'm saying I can't do that Four Tre Four Tre
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