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This ain't your first rodeo and I'mma let you ride it You got some secrets that I see you hiding You say you truthful but I know you lying We all got a dark side you're invited, yeah Hop up in the whip, tell me what you sip babe Got a tattoo right above her rib cage I got tats too we could get a couple God damn that ass gon' get me in trouble Turn the lights out call the bartender Got the ice on me like it's in a blender Give you the credit card like I was a lender Like I'm tryna break it off I had to bend her You got me spending way way too many nights (way way way way) Got me acting way way way too nice (way way way way) You can't be out here acting like my wife (like my wife) Yeah you fine but you ain't built for this life, oh no (oh no) So like a dealer I'mma cut it off (cut it off) Like I'm shutting off the alcohol Then you get tapped when you getting tapped then you tryna hit me back Then you try to get me back babe (get me back babe) But I won't be there beside you (oh no) Know you're missing me inside you (side you) But the way you tryna cuff me, you gotta let me do my own thing, 'cause 'Cause I don't really fuck with that I don't really fuck with that, babe I don't really fuck with that, fuck with that, fuck with that, girl 'Cause I don't really fuck with that, no I don't really fuck with that, yeah yeah I don't really fuck with that, fuck with that, fuck with that, babe This ain't your first time and I ain't your first rapper Try to slow you down and you tell me go faster Tryna shoot a film making me the lead actor Screaming oh god like she thought I was a pastor (whoa) Get in the car let's hit the road bae My windows dark, don't let 'em know bae I guess one more time couldn't hurt me Sophisticated but the texts getting dirty Turn the lights out call the bartender She looking damn good wearing my sweater She say the bad girls do it all better I don't know about that I gotta test her, yeah She got me spending my god damn cash (whoa) When I try to leave she gon' pull me back (oh yeah) Now it's 3 AM the vibes getting risky Nothing good comes vodka and whiskey, yeah But like a dealer I'mma cut it off She getting loose off the alcohol First you wanna hit now I'm tryna quit Quick slim thick lil' chick why the hell you so fit, oh But I won't be there beside you oh There's the door let me guide you, oh And to think I really liked you But now you're begging me to wife you, nah 'Cause I don't really fuck with that I don't really fuck with that, babe I don't really fuck with that, fuck with that, fuck with that, girl 'Cause I don't really fuck with that, no I don't really fuck with that, yeah yeah I don't really fuck with that, fuck with that, fuck with that, babe I don't really fuck with that, I don't really fuck with that I don't really fuck with that, fuck with that, fuck with that (whoa)
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