Lyrics
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(Dream, we goin' hard, bro)
(Mink on)
Yeah, we don't talk often, baby, I lost it
What's your number? I lost it, pourin' lean, I'm coughin'
I get high, I'm a martian
I can see it in your eyes that your past exhausting
She ain't tryna listen to me, told her ass to get walkin'
Diamonds look like a farmer
I got so much cheese, I get so much love
Thought you was gon' wait on me
She said that the time ain't right
She leavin' me, uh (Woah, woah, woah)
Tell her leave, I won't follow, she gon' be back tomorrow
Got a bitch, she a model, she got ass, I'm inspired
Got more racks than your father
Put them racks all on his head, we slidin' down, Michael Myers
She put numbers up and now she gone, her number retired
I just do it, no tryin', don't got racks, he a liar
Armored coat, Urban Meyer, don't sip on green, I'm higher (Yeah)
Oh, cold heart, my attire
They want some Rick Owens, I'm buyin'
YSL and Saint Laurent then buy her Prada
Molly sex, I'm strokin' her, I done knocked her off her cycle
If I throw my love away, tell me, would you go and find it?
I don't wanna play around with her
I got hoes callin' (Hoes callin', yeah)
Yeah, we don't talk often, baby, I lost it
What's your number? I lost it, pourin' lean, I'm coughin'
I get high, I'm a martian
I can see it in your eyes that your past exhausting
She ain't tryna listen to me, told her ass to get walkin'
Diamonds look like a farmer
I got so much cheese, I get so much love
Thought you was gon' wait on me
She said that the time ain't right, she leavin' me, uh
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