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I'm a real nigga) No, no, no(You know what I'm talkin' about, like) No, no, no(I'ma play dumb, hey) Trouble(Sethinthekitchen) YeahI don't keep receipts about the business (No, no, no)I'm a throwaway, I'm just a freak (Freak)He caught me with her and now he trippin' (No, no, no)Please don't take it there, it ain't that deep (It ain't that deep)I think I done got shawty in trouble (Oh)Don't know why I ever fucked without a rubber (Why?)And her boyfriend just got off and came home early (Oh)He walked in the house and caught us in there 'sleepDamn, who the fuck is this? (Who?)This my bitch, nigga, you got this nigga all in my bedYou must've forgot that we got cameras, bitchHow the hell I get off work and see my phone get an alertAnd catch you givin' this nigga head? (Go)Givin' it to me nasty too (Yeah) , with a lil' attitudeTwo or three drinks and I had a few, she did what she had to doHe said, "Bitch, I had enough of you, I'm always in and out my feelings"It ain't even like that, we chillin', "Bitch, I'ma try to kill you" (Go)This some Lifetime movie shit, how the hell did I end up in it?Y'all gon' have to work this out without me, I'm out your businessHe said, "I hear what you said, but my business between them legsAnd from what I seen on the cameras, you in it, lil' nigga"I said, "Hold up, wait a minute, partner"I don't keep receipts about the business (No, no, no)I'm a throwaway, I'm just a freak (Freak)He caught me with her and now he trippin' (No, no, no)Please don't take it there, it ain't that deep (It ain't that deep)I think I done got shawty in trouble (Oh)Don't know why I ever fucked without a rubber (Why?)And her boyfriend just got off and came home early (Oh)He walked in the house and caught us in there 'sleepThought it was over, nigga, you trippin', this what I getShould've been home laid up with my bitch, but I'm with these bitchesBut I got that stick, and I think he got one too, guess neither one of us is slippin''Fore I had a chance to calm him down, nigga just start hittin' and clickin' (Doot, doot, doot)So I jumped on the floor as I'm whippin' it outAnd you know I'm squeezin' (Doot, doot-doot)Heard her screamin', don't know if I hit him or notBut fuck that, we gon' figure it outNigga ain't finna hit me, bitch jumped on me, I ain't finna save youI ain't finna crash about no freak, and so I had your ass by your feetAnd I put 'em both besides your head, you grabbed my ass and told me to go deepWhile he was watchin' it on his phone, said, "She ain't never tried that with me"By this time, I slipped on all my clothes, he just ran out of bulletsCovered his bitch ass with this sheet and pushed himI ain't dyin' 'bout the pussy, ran up out there screamin'I don't keep receipts about the business (No, no, no)I'm a throwaway, I'm just a freak (Freak)He caught me with her and now he trippin' (No, no, no)Please don't take it there, it ain't that deep (It ain't that deep)I think I done got shawty in trouble (Oh)Don't know why I ever fucked without a rubber (Why?)And her boyfriend just got off and came home early (Oh)He walked in the house and caught us in there 'sleep
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