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I want you to come home
No matter if it's at night
(I you talking)
I know you saying you
But baby boy this feeling ain't
(I'm just out here get my money you know that)
Fuck we got enough houses, enough cars
You bought me enough jewelry
of your shit my nigga you hitting
(You I be at the studio and shit)
you lying, who you trying to run that game on?
Who you think I am? I'm not one of these thots you met at
(I say that)
I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Dre
my shit at Ye house and hopped in the uber
Jayceon stop you fucking think I'm stupid
Nah look ain't nobody say
You ain't complain I bought that Maybach
Put you in Chanel, your friend Chanelle even say that
You wanted to see I put you and your friends at the concert
Closet full of you came a long way from Converse
Took you out that concord[?], put you in that Tom
All this arguing I got no time for it
You call my phone fifty times
Don't do no like that
I was just fucking girls
I was gon' get back

around, spinning around
Spinning around, spinning
It's the same old, we be through the same old
Spinning around, spinning
Pulling them down, taking them
the same old, niggas get tired of the same old

Nigga you up?
Yeah I'm up, shit you acting up?
Yeah I'm up, nigga
You not keep on playing me
You not gon' keep on me
Is it gon' be this bitch or family?
I'll kill that bitch family (I fucking hate you!)
your crazy ass shooting in the house for?
What yo dumbass ruining the house what time you get home anyway?
Shit, about
And that's what the fuck you sleeping on the for
I give a fuck, thug life I'm an outlaw
And the next bitch ain't nothing but a house
Scrolling through my iPhone for my sidechick
This bitch always flipping pushing like a sidekick
That's I hop in my Jeep and pull it out the toxic
And while you gone, what?
I'll be bouncing on that sidedick,

I guess you thought stopped making real niggas when they made you
Shit, they stop making them, they stop making
Guess she thought they stopped making real when they made you
Shit, there's a few in the room and a couple in the too

Now she's to you
That she's the baddest bitch to ever grace to of shoes
And if you are unable to find better you
And all this loud that you consider rude
But food is on the table
We may be like the Cain and we Abel
Then we have some makeup and we get back stable
Have a little girl I cut the from her navel

I it's just the way it goes down
Love is like a go round
I guess it's just the way it down
is like a merry go round
It all to game