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I don't wanna party with no bitch if she ain't toxic Drinking all this liquor got a nigga feeling nauseous How you bring yo piece into the party but ain't pop shit Why you copping percs if you ain't never gonna pop it I came with my cool but I'm a fool so I lost it This a house party baby f*ck me in the moshpit I came from the studio with some ditty hoes in my cockpit Hit her from the back and now she tweaking in my comments Like who that bitch, ya And who them niggas ya Where you at, and, who took the picture yeah Text me back, yeah, Saint Nikk I miss ya And she going on and on and on Like who that bitch, ya And who them niggas ya Where you at, and, who took the picture yeah Text me back, yeah, Saint Nikk I miss ya And she going on and on and on I'm not tryna talk if you not talkin bout the bands dog I got 20 bitches but I only got two hands dog Flying to yo city I might hit you when I land dog And dont bring yo friend unless that bitch look like a Bratz doll Cash out when I pop out make it rain and watch these bands fall I keep it 1k because my backend bout 6Ms dog I got bitches with me so I can't pick up when you call Ima watch you text my phone and you say Who that bitch, ya And who them niggas ya Where you at, and, who took the picture yeah Text me back, yeah, Saint Nikk I miss ya And she going on and on and on Like who that bitch, ya And who them niggas ya Where you at, and, who took the picture yeah Text me back, yeah, Saint Nikk I miss ya And she going on and on and on I wanna know What you want from me I wanna know What you want from me