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We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped around my waist
Conversation, she lick every tattoo that’s on my face
Like a thug, I just wanna fuck, that’s every day
Temporary separations, confessing my mistakes
She packed her bags and left me home and I’m still hurt
You new pussy, but she can’t tell me that it’s real first
A lot of lies apologized, the thirst real
When she hear this thinking to herself, “Damn this verse real”
Rehab out in Vegas, that made this a murdered sin
Send the bottles to her table then made love on the jet
Temporary thrills, all these women you think I tossed
My feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogs
I been a boss before I recorded Meek song
Mill in cash on the gram, they trending Meech song
In the D and my G, he throwing that P-Stone
Every picture that you post we comments on each one
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