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Why would I look at the past Why would I f*ck, she trash We smoke that boy like gas Ion wanna kick it, that's ass Shawty what you want, just ask How I wanna whack my mans Wet another opp, he dead Why would I look at the past Why would I f*ck, she trash We smoke that boy like gas We smoke that boy like thrax Ion wanna kick it, that's ass Shawty what you want, just ask I don't care, I ain't leavin' my mag She told her friends I'm her man She told her friends I'm her man How I wanna whack my mans Wet another opp, he dead Wet another opp, he dead I was jail in the holding cell rockin' Number (N)ine She fell in love we- She fell in love we- She fell in love we met in LA and fucked one time I was jail in the holding cell rockin' Number (N)ine Skinny and wet, that's my type She a pretty bitch, with some demon in her eyes My fingers turning blue like Nip She had a man he a crip I don't even shop at Phipps They know I move with that blick She know I had them bands off rip She knows how to make me quit I ain't rappin', bitch I'm sick physicing out all on my wrist I can't feel nothing Sike out on this bitch I'm off molly lit I'm off molly lit I'm off molly lit I'm off molly lit I'm off molly lit I'm off molly lit