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You don't know lonely til your girlfriend ghost you That type of shit'll make a bitch go postal Talking to your ex she live on another coast though Still found a way to creep into your socials Cut you out my life and I don't mean to be hostile My next level bitch make you feel insecure My text message list kinda look like a brothel No more bitches trife with intentions impure Eleven elevens used to wish you'd wife me Now a bitch wish to be married to the game My price going up likely I put it on my name My money can't fit the frame give a f*ck about the fame Underground queen crown gleam is fucking obscene My crop comprised by cream the Cenny dream team My chop it got two beams I don't miss things Dozen holes in ya like a box full of Krisp Kremes Two chains on my small frame my skin champagne Sun kissed bliss it's Swiss, I can't complain Whole team eating grew a cabinet from a campaign All to the chagrin of men like Charlemagne They feeding me these beats like I'm anorexic I done made so many songs I need Chloraseptic Got a way around these words and it be so perplexing Quite ironic cuz a bitch is fuckin dyslexic Look I spit the shit that make a nigga throw they paper out Call rap quits and get a job on a paper route I'm in Naples on a boat with my tiddies out Quick correction now they chilling in a model's mouth You scraping pennies like a stanced whip bottomed out I'm seaside eating oysters with a side of trout Adorn my shoulder with some Goyard as I'm sliding out And now you wish you was the one that I was flying out CD STKHM Damn, sis, I had no idea she did you dirty like that I mean, yeah, she had me hella fucked up, but I wasn't tryna, you know, be all Debbie Downer about the shit. I'm just tryna thug it out Playing in your face and shit that's fucking wild. I ain't know she fucked you up like that It is what is. I'm just tryna get this money and mind my fuckin business, you know But aye these days—hang on, who just snapchatted me? Girl imma have to call you back speak of the fuckin devil Dawg for real?