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Everytime , you want me to make a song about u , make a song about what ? You don't ever talk. I don't even know what I wanna say no more I don't even know if I couldn't even take no more She keep lyin' to my face, she a little whore I'm tryna take u out that bimmer, put you aventador I'll take you out for sure Ain't gotta worry bout these bitches, been did that before She tryna slide a Porsche And she gon' get whatever she want because she mine of course Months on Months I rolled a hundred blunts, I knew her ass for a couple years and still ain't fucked her once But I ain't stressin' none, I think I love this one I might be cappin', I don't know, she got me goin' dumb I just looked into her eyes and seen she gifted Think she a angel when I seen her eyes just lifted She hate my habits, but I love it how she trippin' Talkn bout make a song for you bae then just listen ..