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

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

Nigga you up?
Yeah I'm strapping up, you acting up?
Yeah I'm up, nigga
You not keep on playing me
You not gon' on playing me
Is it gon' be this bitch or family?
I'll kill bitch whole family (I fucking hate you!)
What your crazy ass in the house for?
yo dumbass ruining the house for?And what time you get home anyway?
Shit, four
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 my iPhone looking for my sidechick
This bitch always flipping pushing buttons a sidekick
when I hop in my Jeep and pull it out the toxic
And while you gone, guess
I'll be bouncing on sidedick, nigga

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

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

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