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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A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Cm Gm
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
Cm Gm
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]
Cm Dm
Draco season with the bookbag
Cm Gm
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Cm Dm
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
Cm Gm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Dm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Gm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Dm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Gm
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]
Cm Dm
Draco season with the bookbag
Cm Gm
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Cm Dm
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
Cm Gm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Dm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Gm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Dm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Gm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Dm
Draco season with the bookbag
Cm Gm
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Cm Dm
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
Cm Gm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Dm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Gm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Dm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Cm Gm
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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