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Por favor Baby, let me knock on your door Shawty where you at Bitches bad, I don't wanna make you salty I'm just tryna make you mad Not to brag Ice on my wrist, had to tell my wrist to relax Count your stacks They ain't like me then But now they be throwing it back So bad Flow so sick no bag Gucci coat no tag Won't be returning it back I know that I said that I love you a minute ago but right now I'll be returning it back Cause you never said it back Por favor Baby let me knock on your door Shawty where you at Bitches bad, I don't wanna make you salty I'm just tryna make you mad So you know exactly how I feel Cut your tongue Give to me Imma make red rum Take your leave Take what you want Take my heart It's already gone I know that my life means nothing Please make my name mean something I lost my soul in a suicide note that I wrote just a year ago I Didn't get to finish it but sometimes I just wanna look right back to a rope I know that, I'm sorry but I turned a junkie to lover to lover Prolly' die young So when I die Say sorry to my mother Cause I know that Sometimes, I don't feel that right Sometimes, I don't like this life Sometimes, I wish I was your type But sometimes, I wanna make it right Make it right