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She wanna f*ck with me But I don't wanna f*ck with her She keep on talkin' bout we She keep on talkin' bout us Say she in love with me But I don't know for what I told her I don't wanna speak unless she trying to f*ck Yea, I get it if you mad at me Pockets full of Benji's got my pants sagging We'll treat you like a lick for all that damn bragging Had to cut off my bitch, got tired of all that damn nagging I won't do no song for free. Nigga you know I'm taxing Got his face put on a T-shirt, damn that shit was tragic The Sprite was clear I made it pink, feel like I'm doing magic Always rap about codeine, but no I'm not no fucking addict I need a bitch who back shots sound louder than a Trackhawk Too much gottdamn ice, I'm finna start skating like The Blackhawks Been doin this shit for years they still don't hear me, it's like I'm blackballed Bitch I wasn't never on, so how the hell the say I fell off She wanna f*ck with me But I don't wanna f*ck with her She keep on talkin' bout we She keep on talkin' bout us Say she in love with me But I don't know for what I told her I don't wanna speak unless she trying to f*ck