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Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, damnDamn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damnDamn, that's how you're, that's how you'reAyy, look, lookWho the fuck is that? It's a disguiseYou ain't who I thought I recognizedTwenty thousand pound on your rentBitch, I coulda spent that on the guysI don't like what you did on them trips (Shit I don't like)I don't like what you did to your lips (Shit I don't like)I don't like the tone of your replies (Shit I don't like)I don't like the lookthat's in your eyes (Shit I don't like)Blame this shit on bein' twenty-fiveThat excuse for me just doesn't fly'Cause that keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nineAnd that shit just gon' have you on my mind, yeahI just wanna get you off of my mindI just wanna get you off of my mindI just wanna get you off of my mindAyy, yeah, damnDamn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damnDamn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damnI just wanna get you off of my mindI'm seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-sixSeven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nineAyySince I had some space to myselfI typed some shit, then I erased what I feltThat talk we had the other day didn't helpBeause you really think you out here movin' stealthI met the nigga everybody say you fuckedAnd I could tell he wasn't actin' like hisselfGot you out here movin' waste like a beltIf it ain't him, then it must be somebody else, damnI don't like what you did on them trips (Shit I don't like)I don't like what you did to your lips (Shit I don't like)I don't like you tellin' just one side (Shit I don't like)I don't like the fact you never cry (Shit I don't like)Blame that shit on bein' twenty-fiveThat excuse for me just doesn't fly'Cause that keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nineAnd that shit just gon' have you on myBaby, dogs will be dogsThough we may roam (But I promise)Leave the door openTonight, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)Dogs will be dogsNo leash in sightLeave the door openI'm comin' home tonight (I mean the dogs)Ah-ooh, ah-wooAh-ooh, ah-woo (I mean the dogs)Ah-ooh (Yeah)That's that new Teezo touchdown, straightFor all the dogs that's drivin' aroundin Beaumont lookin' for some catAll you pitbulls should know by nowthat hundreds in a row look like tuna in a bowl (Tuna)This is Curtis Cut-A-Bitch-OffAnd you're listenin' to BARK Radio, live from Chapel HillWhere the South was won, whatever that meansWe got some new Drake and SZA comin' upAnd we gon' be givin' away some Drake tickets as wellYou know he comin' to the H-Townto tear the roof off that motherfuckerThis is BARK Radio
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