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Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
When I met you it was Guess and Gap, now it's Gucci and Prada
Took you from being a nine to being a dime
You complain that we don't spend time
When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine
Yo, when shorty say she hate me you know she mean she love me
When she play me close at the bar that mean she want some bubbly
See my polying with another chick and ♥♥♥♥ get ugly
She wanna flip, threaten to run keys across my whip
Try to burn a ♥♥♥♥♥ with some hominy grits
That's how she on it, when I met her she was lowkey
Now she wanna OD
You know me, I let her do her thing, son
I say what I'm feeling, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ say that I'm illing
I sip Cristy so I'm pissy like a staircase in your building
What?