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[Intro]I keep letting you back inHow can I explain myself?[Refrão]Care for me, care for me, you said you care for meThere for me, there for me, said you'd be there for meCry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for meGive to me, give to me, why won't you live for me[Próxima Parte]Care for me, care for me, I know you care for me (a song for y'all to cut up to, you know?)[Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]Everybody get your mothafuckin' roll onI know shorty and she doesn't want no slow songHad it made last year, life goes onHaven't let that thing loose, girl, in so longYou been inside, know you like to lay lowI've been peepin' what you bringin' to the tableWorkin' hard, girl, everything paid forFirst, last phone bill, car note, cable[Refrão]With your phone out, gotta hit them anglesWith your phone out snappin' like you FaboAnd you showin' off, but it's alrightAnd you showin' off, but it's alright, it's a short life, yuh[Próxima Parte]That's a real one, in your reflectionWithout a follow, without a mentionYou rarely pipin' up on these niggasYou gotta be nice for what to these niggasI understand, you gotta hunnid bandsYou got it, baby, Benz, you got some bad friendsHigh school pics, you was even bad thenYou ain't stressing off no lover in the past tense, you already had themWork at 8am, finish around fiveHoes talk down, you don't see them outsideThey don't really be the same offlineYou know dog days, you know hard timesDoing overtime for the last monthSaturday, call the girls, get em gassed upGotta hit the club, gotta make that ass jumpGotta hit the club like you hit them muthafuckin angles[Refrão]With your phone out snappin' like you FaboAnd you showin' off, but it's alrightAnd you showin' off, but it's alright, it's a short life[Ponte]Ah ha, these hoes, your boy, I may, watch the breakdown[Refrão][Próxima Parte]Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta, gotta make thatGotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta, gotta make thatGotta, gotta, gotta g-g-gotta, g-g-gotta, gottaGotta, g-g-gotta, gotta, gotta make that jump, jumpBend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it upBend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it upBend it over, over, over, over, over, lift it upBend it over, lift it up, make that jump, jumpThat's a real one, in your reflectionWithout a follow, without a mentionYou rarely pipin' up on these niggasYou gotta be nice for what to these niggas, I understand[Refrão]Care for me, care for me, you said you care for meThere for me, there for me, said you'd be there for meGive to me, give to me, why won't you live for meCry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for meGotta hit the club like you hit them, hit them, hit them anglesIt's a short life, cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for meGive to me, give to me, why won't you live for me
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