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Performed By: Rath
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Aakash Rathee




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You know I'm really that faithful
I don't even need to impress
Swingin' this bitch like I'm Babe Ruth
Throwin' her all on the bed
Somehow I end up in Vegas
Every time that I'm stressed
F*ck you and your payment
I got it by myself
I gotta cry myself
F*ck it, I can't do that
These streets man you'll get packed
If you get caught cryin' a man
If you get caught lyin' again, oh no
If you don't wanna cry anymore, don't go
I wanna send that text, I don't know if it'll go through
Cash out in mountains
F*ckin' a bitch, leavin' residue
Surgical, never the mask
I'm writin' these lyrics, they're overdue
The driver takin' me through avenues, open the door, watch your step
I'm gettin' lucky like I'm Domino, I'm f*ckin' all of the best
The best of 'em couldn't resist, I got it like that for my kids
We handlin shit for the business
My brother a killer with no witness
Invested then, now the stock up
Finesse a bitch for a Lava
Hell nah, don't involve me
F*ck a bitch like her father
F*ckin' bitch like your mama
That's how I really go about it
Shawty got a real hot body, yeah
I'm sippin the wok
Can't even talk
Flexin' my guns like I'm going to war
Sip on your bitch like some Pinot Noir, f*ck it up
Yeah, future and them, News or Something
I'm gettin' news like it's CNN
I got a vision, you're not seeing it
I'm not a horse, or a pony, or trick
You know I'm really that faithful
I don't even mean to impress
Swingin' this bitch like I'm Babe Ruth
Throwin' her all on the bed
Somehow I end up in Vegas
Every time that I'm stressed
F*ck you and your payment
I got it by myself
I gotta cry myself
F*ck it, I can't do that
These streets man you'll get packed
If you get caught cryin' a man
If you get caught lyin' again, oh no
If you don't wanna cry anymore, don't go
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You know I'm really that faithful
I don't even need to impress
Swingin' this bitch like I'm Babe Ruth
Throwin' her all on the bed
Somehow I end up in Vegas
Every time that I'm stressed
F*ck you and your payment
I got it by myself
I gotta cry myself
F*ck it, I can't do that
These streets man you'll get packed
If you get caught cryin' a man
If you get caught lyin' again, oh no
If you don't wanna cry anymore, don't go
I wanna send that text, I don't know if it'll go through
Cash out in mountains
F*ckin' a bitch, leavin' residue
Surgical, never the mask
I'm writin' these lyrics, they're overdue
The driver takin' me through avenues, open the door, watch your step
I'm gettin' lucky like I'm Domino, I'm f*ckin' all of the best
The best of 'em couldn't resist, I got it like that for my kids
We handlin shit for the business
My brother a killer with no witness
Invested then, now the stock up
Finesse a bitch for a Lava
Hell nah, don't involve me
F*ck a bitch like her father
F*ckin' bitch like your mama
That's how I really go about it
Shawty got a real hot body, yeah
I'm sippin the wok
Can't even talk
Flexin' my guns like I'm going to war
Sip on your bitch like some Pinot Noir, f*ck it up
Yeah, future and them, News or Something
I'm gettin' news like it's CNN
I got a vision, you're not seeing it
I'm not a horse, or a pony, or trick
You know I'm really that faithful
I don't even mean to impress
Swingin' this bitch like I'm Babe Ruth
Throwin' her all on the bed
Somehow I end up in Vegas
Every time that I'm stressed
F*ck you and your payment
I got it by myself
I gotta cry myself
F*ck it, I can't do that
These streets man you'll get packed
If you get caught cryin' a man
If you get caught lyin' again, oh no
If you don't wanna cry anymore, don't go
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Writer: Aakash Rathee
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