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[Intro: Anonymous] We are Anonymous [Verse 1: YBN Cordae] She wanna write out luck, always fall for lames Say that nigga's dawgs and we all the same Rather lose sight cuz she saw the pain Even fucked a nigga in the hall of fame She woke up looking like a snack for breakfast Mom from the islands but her dad from Texas Her smile so arousing, it's a tad infection Told her wasting time is a bad investment We done been through some shit that I'm past regretted Old nigga cold, better not, he mad and stressing He doing five years for a quiet possession Gotta show a nigga love cuz I lack affection Got mad when she seen that I had erection Stop faking, I just hit it in the back, Alexis Acting brand new, knew I might snatch your necklace Gotta teach you some things cuz the class in session [Refrain: YBN Cordae] Cuz I been all 'round the globe Walk 'round the house in my robe, yeah Don't do drugs while I smoke We can just roll by the door, yeah [Verse 2: YBN Cordae] I know the way I'm moving is a bit precise You only sticking with me cuz the dick is nice And take you out shopping, tell you pick your price We ain't having babies, no Fisher Price Ain't no fooling me girl, you can't get this guy See you tryna chase this stack with a bliss disguise Can't be on home team if you switching sides Got some new listeners, like this nigga nice Ain't no secret to these hoes, how they operate Man these bitches ain't shit, word to Dr. Dre Hate to call my sisters bitches, but what not to say I witness shit first hand, and I'm shocked today [Chorus: Mudi (US), YBN Cordae] I know you been through a lot today I'll try my best to stay out your way But who else gonna treat you real like I do Five dollar box, drop top, drive thru Always stood tall and you only 5'2" Nothing else new, what did I do to surprise you But it shouldn't though [Verse 3: YBN Cordae] Gotta keep it real with you Don't know how to deal with you Maybe overthinking, possibly it's just the still liquor Even met your mommy, brother Tommy told me not to Hilfiger Keep it all concealed, what's the deal, I'm a trill nigga How I maneuver, hit it right to ya Last nigga, Nick, ain't shit, he manure Used to be the same, thank God that I grew up Feel it in your guts, make you want to throw your food up Imagine working hours and hours and nobody noticed yet You shit on your peers, this shit is so clear But still don't get no respect I live out my dreams, this shit is serene So I don't got no regrets Woke up, feeling down and deadbeat Then she lift me up, when she telling me [Chorus: Mudi (US), YBN Cordae] I know you been through a lot today I'll try my best to stay out your way But who else gonna treat you real like I do Five dollar box, drop top, drive thru Always stood tall and you only 5'2" Nothing else new, what did I do to surprise you But it shouldn't though
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