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Ayy, ayy, you're probably staying this for the day (I'm not no lame, though, shout out to Samsson) You're probably in Miami with some niggas in your face, I get it You pricy, my fist a different world You're pricy, I brought the suburb out the city girl, can't forget it You probably want your get back, 'cause you're hurt But you know if you do it then it's different, then I probably won't forgive you in your heart But I know you, and you gon' play it smart I can't help it that I love you, it's a flaw I made it, I just spent like fifty grand on codeine and different bitches I can't give up on my mans, so I'm sneakin' to the trenches Bought a house and chilled for mama, baby sister know 'bout Bentley Free my brothеr, fuck your honor, ayy, ayy Even though she ain't evеn fuck me, I got it right back We ain't runnin' out of money, so ain't no bounce back Got a sold out show in London, a Stone-y Island jacket Rememberin' when you was for me, I wonder what happened Man, ayy, ayy Heavyweight pockets, feather weight glizzy If she pretty, make her mama Got a stop thinkin' I'm Hendrix Pour that shit straight out the bottle, measurings for bitches Man, ayy Man, ayy, ayy Heavyweight pockets, feather weight glizzy SongtexteIf she pretty, make her mama Got a star, thinkin' I'm— Ayy, ayy, you're probably staying this for the day You're probably in Miami with some niggas in your face, I get it You pricy, my fist a different world You're pricy, I brought the suburb out the city girl, can't forget it You probably want your get back, 'cause you're hurt But you know if you do it then it's different, then I probably won't forgive you in your heart Aus Songtexte Mania