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ex girl keep callin’ my phone she not over me
it could all be so simple girl please quit callin’ me
she said, “boy why your heart so cold like december be?”
lost a lot of friends and b*tch i got a lotta enemies

i’m mixin’ all the weed with the pills just to go to sleep
i was down bad i needed you and you ain’t notice me
steppin’ in my j’s with big guns totin’ 2.23’s
never trust a b*tch they for the streets just get your money g

now i park the jag and count the bag before i go to sleep
‘fore i go to sleep can’t let these n*ggas get hold of me
you know i’m totin’ heat i pray the lord my soul to keep
you know my demons creep we ain’t playin’ no game we ain’t takin’ no plea

don’t call my phone no more ‘cause we livin’ good
now i’m with a couple hunnid racks in the living room
if i gotta pop out for some action then it’s in the coupe
then we runnin’ up in the spot and shoot up the room

word to mother what happened to the love we had for each other?
now that sh*t gone i’m in my birkin you left me for dead i’m no longer hurtin’
in that scat we could’ve been swervin’
babygirl you know you was perfect i wanted you back
and you got to curvin’ you left me alone and i got to hurtin’
but i’m in my bag now
and i’m livin’ good just doin’ the dash
i’m livin’ life real fast now
i know you see me shinin’, it got you hurtin’

got you hurtin’ real sad now
but you know i’m the man and no opp can touch me
they goin’ out real bad now
oh they real fans now

and i can’t be lackin’ we see you we blastin’
i’m movin’ that weight gotta eat in them streets
my shooters with action so please stop the capping
we come through and we make it bleed on your street

you gettin’ that pole if you sneakin’ a peek
i get on them hoes by the end of the week
she keep all our business up under the sheets
away from the streets ‘cause she keep it for me

ex girl keep callin’ my phone she not over me
it could all be so simple girl please quit calling me
she said, “boy why your heart so cold like december be?”
lost a lot of friends and b*tch i got a lotta enemies

i’m mixin’ all the weed with the pills just to go to sleep
i was down bad i needed you and you ain’t notice me
steppin’ in my j’s with big guns totin’ 2.23’s
never trust a b*tch they for the streets just get your money g
now i park the jag and count the bag before i go to sleep
‘fore i go to sleep can’t let these n*ggas get hold of me
you know i’m totin’ heat i pray the lord my soul to keep
you know my demons creep we ain’t playin’ no game we ain’t takin’ no plea

ex girl keep callin’ my phone she not over me
it could all be so simple girl please quit callin’ me
she said, “boy why your heart so cold like december be?”
lost a lot of friends and b*tch i got a lotta enemies

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