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Downtown Seattle on a weekend You live kinda close, but not too close Hit your FaceTime, are you decent? It's nine o'clock, you either naked or you fully clothed Why you in the club on a Thursday? These niggas always thirsty and it's full of those Matchin' pyjamas season is comin' up How we both single? Girl, we gon' cut it close 'Cause you bad, bad, yeah, you fine, fine Put tequila on pause, you drinkin' white wine But Stella ain't wine, I hope you know that You say stop makin' fun of you or I go back to them stank hoes To them girls that wear a bracelet on thеir ankles, to them Instagram models, who only worriеd 'bout her angles No, thank you I know what I got, it ain't an angel But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin' me Even at my worst, I know you lovin' me On days I don't put you first, you still in love with me Even at my worst, I know you lovin' me On days I don't put you first, you still in love with me Yeah, uh So fuckin' with them bitches ain't no fair trade SongtexteWish there was more ways to show I care, babe Could fuck with someone else, it ain't the same thing So, no, thank you I know what I got, it ain't an angel But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin' me (Ah) I know what I got, it ain't an angel But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin' me Aus Songtexte Mania