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LAST TIME
Popstarbills
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Last time you told me that you love me you was off the drugs
It's always sorry after sorry girl that's not enough
I had to go work on myself see now I'm counting up
And I don't need you anymore now you like what the fuck
It's always what you doing
It's never how you doing
And she don't like the new me
She don't like how I'm moving
She swear I'm always up to something
But I swear I'm cooling
This money really all I need
I told her got her fuming
Sorry strictly business
Took out the trash
Did dirty dishes
I used to be down really bad
Now I get down with some bad bitches
Your dogs all bark no bite not widdit
My dogs rip you apart real vicious
Eat you up real quick like dinner
She eat me up my kids my swimmers
Ohhh
Now you change your mind I told you what it is
Just leave me lone unless you tryna swallow kids
Can't even breathe this bitch won't even let me live
Watch how I do stop talking bout the shit I did
I need some space shorty get back
I done moved on she don't get that
Did some dumb shit I regret that
But the shit that I said yeah I meant that
Now I'm lit they wan hop on the wave
But Imma be lit to the grave
And I keep on just turning it up
Geeked up but I'm not at a rave
Last time you told me that you love me you was off the drugs
It's always sorry after sorry girl that's not enough
I had to go work on myself see now I'm counting up
And I don't need you anymore now you like what the fuck
It's always what you doing
It's never how you doing
And she don't like the new me
She don't like how I'm moving
She swear I'm always up to something
But I swear I'm cooling
This money really all I need
I told her got her fuming
Flow clean but you know I get dirty
Fuck up the club like I took it to jersey
Uh, My pockets brolic, burly
I'm going hard bitch you know I go thirty
He grilling me boy what is good with your mans
You must be kidding me he get no bands
Is you shitting me that boy a fan
Know he not widdit that boy got no hands
He get no bitches no plays and no money
How he a yes man that shit be so funny
My heart be so cold so I go where it's sunny
Litter than who? Boy you a dummy
Ain't shit sweet
Step outside know I got good feets
See that I'm always on good eats
But you know me bitch I gotta gatekeep
And I gotta put on for all my sons
And I keep going would have thought I was done
I just keep stacking up all my funds
Gotta get to the bag then I really gotta run
Gotta get to the breesh to the guala
Need to get it faster told the money yalla
Fuck you mean could have been always been a baller
Stand on my money I get so much taller