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Ha, ha, ha
Ay, ay, ay
Surfery, give me moment
Yippee-ki-yay-ay-ay-ay-oh

I'm about to let go
Gave my all and still go
Now my heart is still toes
Stack paper like Legos

She don't need no labels
She came from the West Coast
And her heart is pure gold
Get wiser, get lonelier

I'ma just devour her
We both in the shower
And it's been an hour
Fake friends had to leave, em lone

Ex-bitch keep callin' my phone
Was in high school, now I'm grown
Got dreads, so don't need a come
Keep thinkin' bout past shit

Like a blunt, just ash it
Finish line, not past it
I'm breakin' hearts like glass shit
Y'all niggas fake like plastic

Made her come with plastic
She do some gymnastics
They got my back, respect it
Like Nike, I check it

Goin' fast, I wreck it
That necklace, I cop it
Y'all haters can't stop this
Get rich, gotta take risks

I know I'm made for this
Y'all niggas is so pissed
I'm number one on her list
I just cannot let go

Betrayal is so cold
These problems are so old
Now her heart is so cold
Tried to cherish it, gold

Safe, rejected the code
She say she like I'm bold
She took down my info
Yippee, yeah, yeah, oh

I'm about to let go
Gave my all and still go
Now my heart is still toe
Stack paper like Legos

She don't need no labels
She came from the West Coast
And her heart is pure gold
Get wiser, get lonelier

I'ma just devour her
We're both in the shower
And it's been an hour
Fake friends had to leave, I'm em alone

Ex-bitch keep callin' my phone
Was in high school, now I'm grown
Got dressed so don't need a comb
keep thinkin' about past shit

Like a blunt, just ask shit
Finish line, not past it
I'm breakin' hearts like glass shit
Y'all niggas fake like plastic

Make her come with plastic
She do some gymnastics
They got my back, respect it
Most y'all talkin' bullshit

I'm about to lose it
I took your bitch, you clueless
I fucked her cause she reckless
I just keep it low-key

For my trust, you show me
Show me you were ride or die
Cause that pussy purify
Cut her off cause she a lie

I keep sayin' ain't a lot
Gas station right by the spot
I'ma go just lick her spot
Got my prize right on the spot

So I ain't gon' let up
Keep gettin' my bread up
While y'all money shred up
H-A-H-O

I'm about to let go
Give my all in still go
Now my heart is still toast
stack paper like Legos

She don't need no labels
She came from the west coast
And her heart is pure gold

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