Intro
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto
[Chorus]
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Draco season with the bookbag
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Rat tat, got a little kick back
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Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
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You ain't never ever get your bitch back
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You ain't never ever get your bitch back
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You ain't never ever get your bitch back
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You ain't never ever get your bitch back
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You ain't never ever get your bitch back
[Verse 1]
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Lamborghini doors when I lift off
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They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
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Nice little thot got a stiff arm
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Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
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Fuck all that biting like Tyson or Holyfield
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Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
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G# couple of pills and I got my soda filled
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Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
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Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
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Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa
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She thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill
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Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
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I've been drippin' like a God, what else?
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I been dodgin' all the flage, what else?
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I been fillin' up garages, what else?
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I gave her her first ménage, what else?
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Close your eyes eyes eyes
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I'm about to slide slide slide
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Wonder why why why
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I stay in the sky sky sky
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Pink molly, let me dance with her (yup)
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Freestylin', let me dance with her
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Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
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Rose gold, it was cinnamon
[Chorus]
Bm C#m
Draco season with the bookbag
Bm F#m
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Bm C#m
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
Bm F#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm C#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm F#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm C#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
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You ain't never ever get your bitch back
[Verse 2]
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Fuck up my bitch by the change
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Want me to jump out the stage
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I wanna jump in the air
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You know the love ain’t fair
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You killin' then show us the proof
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I already got the juice
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Chain different colors like fruits
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I like to hang out the roof
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I got to train my bitches
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I'm putting chains on my bitches
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I'll pull some chain on the snitches
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I'm focused, I'm back on my mission
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Flex on a nigga, no apologies
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Molly off-white, done got to me
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Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
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35 bitches at the St. Reg
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Fall back shooter like KD
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Back in the kitchen with the Curry
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Pullin' up wit Xan, can't hurt me
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Pineapple drink lookin' syrupy
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56 nights, I was dirty
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Styrofoam cups servin' patients
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Heard you been talkin' bout the kid
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Knowin' damn well that’s a flagrant (technical)
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I cancel two bitches
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I got me some new bitches
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Come check out how I’m living
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I got me some new drippy
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I got me some new drip!
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She ain't got nothing to do with it
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I'll give my bitch to you
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If that what she mean to you
[Chorus]
Bm C#m
Draco season with the bookbag
Bm F#m
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Bm C#m
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
Bm F#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm C#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm F#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm C#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm F#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm C#m
Draco season with the bookbag
Bm F#m
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Bm C#m
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
Bm F#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm C#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm F#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm C#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Bm F#m
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
[Verse 3]
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Yeah I'm cruisin' in the deep
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I'm twisted up, I got geeked
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Misbehaving with ya freak
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Can't tell she got teeth
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I was in her mouth like veneers
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Stop comparing my career
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Designer flooded through the crib
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Business furniture for real
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Bought a Fendi couch for my kids
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They just want to plug a nigga wig
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Charge a half a mil for the gig
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Middle fingers up, fuck the pigs
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Diamonds fallin' off me, let me jig
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Never falling off and never quit
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I retired cookin' up a brick
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Certified nigga out the six
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Who was wrapping dummies in the zone
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I was chargin' 10 for the strong
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Keep on goin' in on this song
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Keep an F&N at your home
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Lesson learned and we moving on
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I got Firm niggas, Al Capone
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Got my Chi niggas on the horn
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Downtown Atlanta I was born
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