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Really, ah Do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to see this through Ooh, ah Do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to see this through Who else you thinkin' 'bout? I can't be calling your phone every day Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout? This shit ain't loyal and this girl is spoiled Your heart like the trash, you can take it out Quit making up shit to complain about She lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch We fuck then we break up, we fuck then we make up We fuck then we break up and make up We fucked in Jamaica, we fucked at Bojangle We fucked in the back of Bottega I ordered the Draco, I'm over the radar You chasing that pussy, not paper I slow it all down with the maple You know I got too many flavors And she fell in love with her neighbor, if I hit it once then I hit it again SongtexteFace and her body a ten Hair blowin' in the wind Stoppin' in town and I beat that shit down and I'm back on the road again She come on the low with friends She know I got hoes like I'm Prince They print it, I get it, I got every penny, you know I got plenty of Benjis Fuck in the new condominium, we on the balcony We lookin' over the city She knows she gotta come drip to get just like a bachelor We never showin' no pity You got a business then I gotta be the ambassador We got it started in Philly Who else you thinkin' 'bout? I can't be calling your phone every day Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout? This shit ain't loyal and this girl is spoiled Your heart like the trash, you can take it out Quit making up shit to complain about She lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch We fuck then we break up, we fuck then we make up We fuck then we break up and make up We fucked in Jamaica, we fucked at Bojangle We fucked in the back of Bottega I ordered the Draco, I'm over the radar You chasing that pussy, not paper I slow it all down with the maple You know I got too many flavors Young Gunna got too many flavors, they all sittin' pretty with white on their toes High-end design on her clothes Ride in back of the Rolls That my lil' yeah, I love fuckin' her face, when it come to that throat, she GOAT She swallow it all and don't choke I'm pullin' up on her, fasho I peep that you wanted, ain't give you no water, we always gon' fuck wit' you, honey Had a few shots and I took her right back to the spot and I gave her the dick till the morning She like that shit, I been flippin' her inside and out Our sex'll never get boring She said she thinkin' 'bout me every time I leave out She need to keep on recording Who else you thinkin' 'bout? I can't be calling your phone every day Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout? This shit ain't loyal and this girl is spoiled Your heart like the trash, you can take it out Quit making up shit to complain about She lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch We fuck then we break up, we fuck then we make up We fuck then we break up and make up We fucked in Jamaica, we fucked at Bojangle We fucked in the back of Bottega I ordered the Draco, I'm over the radar You chasing that pussy, not paper I slow it all down with the maple You know I got too many flavors Run it back, Turbo Do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to see this through Ooh, ah Do you ever think about me? Really, if you're honest with me I'd like to see this through Aus Songtexte Mania