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It's a check, oh-wee Oh Ayy, she don’t wanna give me my Gucci pajamas back Just bend over, I damage that She distract me from the hints (Yeah) That she stealin' all my shit (Oh-wee), yeah I got options, at least I thought (Options) I can't find all the shit that I bought Did I actually buy the shit? Nah (Ayy) She got me runnin’ through a checklist, ooh Girl be fuckin' with the bestest, yeah She always touchin' all my extra shit But my extra shit's never basic, ayy She act like she spent money on this Don't gotta steal, let's fuckin' chill She's in my closet, take all my shit Then plead the Fifth, ain’t that a bitch, yeah? Yeah, go ’head, mama Suck me up 'til I forget about them rent problems I’d rather play the time with you than have fed problems I'll let you spend one night now She don't wanna give me my Gucci pajamas back Just bend over, I damage that SongtexteShe distract me from the hints (Yeah) That she stealin' all my shit (Oh-wee), yeah I got options, at least I thought (Options) I can’t find all the shit that I bought Did I actually buy the shit? Nah Look She tried to steal all my clothes on some broke shit Then tried to throw away my Gucci on some woke shit Then tried to link up with my exes on some cult shit That shit is weird, left-handed chandelier Hit Atlanta, disappear Witness protection, I see her damn reflection in the mirror Get that Windex on them spirits, I just need a can of beer Was spotted like panda bear Now all my pajama-wear is whiter than Santa beard Whiter than Bon Iver, whiter than Sonny, Cher Why did she steal my shit? Why did I even share? How did she steal my drip? Give me back all my shit Why did I even share? Give me back all my clothes Kleptomaniac bitch, Ocean's Eleven shit Give me back all my shit, give me back all my clothes Stealin' all of my 'fits, poppin' up at events No way, you not my bitch, so bitch, leave me alone She don't wanna give me my Gucci pajamas back Just bend over, I damage that She distract me from the hints (Yeah) That she stealin' all my shit, yeah I got options, at least I thought (Options) I can't find all the shit that I bought Did I actually buy the shit? Nah Gucci pajamas (Gucci) Gucci pajamas (Oh-wee) I don't need Gucci pajamas (Gucci) I need a restraining order (Oh-wee) She don't wanna give me my Gucci pajamas back Just bend over, I damage that She distract me from the hints (Yeah) That she stealin' all my shit, yeah I got options, at least I thought (Options) I can't find all the shit that I bought Did I actually buy the shit? Nah Oh, she won't, she won't, she won't, she won't give 'em back She won't give 'em back, no, no Oh, she won't, she won't, she won't, she won't give 'em back She won't give 'em back, no, no, oh Aus Songtexte Mania