I don't know
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I don't know what's wrong with you girls
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I feel like y'all don't need love
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You need somebody who can micro-manage you
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You know what I'm sayin'?
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Tell you right from wrong
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Who's smart from who's a fool
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Which utensil to use for which food, like
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I got a schedule to attend to though
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I can't really
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6ix
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You bitches really get carried away
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Makin' mistakes, then you beg me to stay
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Got me wiggin' on you like I'm Arrogant Tae
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You got my mind in a terrible place
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Whipped and chained you, like American slaves
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Act like you not used to Sheraton stays
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I met the nigga you thought could replace
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How were there even comparisons made?
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This next time, I swear on my grandmother grave
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I'm slimin' you for them kid choices you made
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Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out
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Ayy
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This ain't the littest I could get on you bitches
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Sent wires on wires on wires, like Idris
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Lucky that I don't take back what was given
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I could have you on payment plan 'til you're hundred and fifty
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And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas
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So I'ma fall back and let SZA talk her shit for a minute
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Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slime
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Damn, these niggas got me so twisted
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How the f*ck you so real, but play bitch on my line?
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I can feel what you spendin'
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Got too much pride to let no burnt nigga slime me out
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Pull up, go right about, my night, got time
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Let's discuss all those lies about
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Frontin' out here, like you diggin' me out
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And I ain't even come, and I'm in and out
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And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about
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And I can spin the ho', I'm airin' it out
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I'm goin' on like it's sawed-off
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You tellin' these hoes you ain't cuddlin'
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But with me you know, doin' all that shit
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You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off
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But with me you know, I'm gon' get it all
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How you niggas get so carried away?
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Trippin' when that dick is barely third place
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F*cked out of pity, it's cute that you lame
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Damn, 'cause it's men actin' fake like it's hangin'
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Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out
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Oh-whoa oh, whoa
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Yeah
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January, you pretend to see life clearly, yearly
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February is the time that you put the evil eye and the pride aside
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For the fantasy of gettin' married, very scary
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March got you already second guessin' titles
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April, Spring is here, and just like a spring you start to spiral
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May brings some warmer days
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Poolside gettin' very tan
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June have you movin' ice cold, goin' back and forth with a married man
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July, that's when I found out you lied
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August, it was "Baby this", "Baby that", like you had your tubes tied
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September, we fallin' off, but I'm still the man you tryna win over
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October is all about me, 'cause your turn should've been over
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November, got you moodboardin' for next year and you're single
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December the gift givin' month, and now you wanna rekindle, I
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Tryna build trust, showin' me your DM's, how they tryna bag you
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Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein' bad news
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Get a nigga hit got fifty racks, girl, the beef cost, like it's Wagyu
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Get a nigga hit, I'll make his ass see the light, like a half-moon
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Shout to QC, pretty sure I made P M's, like it's past noon
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All I really know is W's and M's, life lookin' like a bathroom
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All I really know is M bags, like I drove through in with a fast food
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Sayin' that I'm too guarded with my feelings, who the f*ck even asked you?
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Seven bodyguards, just incase somebody really wanna try and crash through
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Don't know why I listen to you when I hear you talkin' to me, it's some half-truths
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If I don't pay your rent, it end up like a old hairstyle, girl, it's past due
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If I don't
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Ah, ah, that's as far as I got
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