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About hurt guys, hurt guys
Cry me a river
Ain't my fault that the opps won't snooze like SZA
Throw weh the keys, Zim Zimma

Hit New Jersey club, fell in love with a stripper
See, I felt like Jamie and Kanye, cooked a gold digga
Run up a cheque, I need some more liquor
Right now, it's me versus the man in the mirror
She ain't a P-Y-T, now her hips got thicker
Need me a Latina bitch like BB Trickz
Lemme show you a trick, on my trigger
The opp boys know 'bout my hitta (Facts)
We run the roads, you can go ask cats
Paint the town red, like we're Doja Cat (Wack, Wack)
Where they at?
Like Brent Faiyaz
they ain't safe in their cornrow plaits (Ah)
See man, they're still hunting for glory
Lemme paint a picture, Balamory
Times I went bruck love, they didn't show me
Now the OGs wanna know me
'Member old days fucking in UAE
Had your best friend right dere, lonely
Brought my drip, den patented a Harvey
Next, I treat my sweet gyal like Lori
I treat my sweet gyal like Lori
Hold on da yak and let me grab some juice
Easy chop, I'll give her some shots of Remy
She treating her man like Papoose
We duck down dukes, no Dennis
The rivals in love with the bare chat and verbal abuse
Reverse dat move, den rev it
Da gyaldem know dat we ain't got nothin' to prove
Pure bare pattern up smoke tryna beef with me
Get slapped in your crib like ya DDG
Go and research, do your homework in the streets
In Homerton, I'm Little Meech
But when I'm offline, I phone my main squeeze
Next flight, me and you gotta fuck on the beach
She look like a stallion with a physique
I put my eggplant in her peach (Ya)
But there ain't no peace from summer to winter
My chain left old guys bitter
Turn their boss to a ex like Twitter
Awks, the damage been done
Now cry me a river

Ain't my fault that my opps won't snooze like SZA
Throw weh the keys, Zim Zimma

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