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[Intro]
I see you looking at me
Looking at me, so I ask

[Hook]
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho

[Verse 1: Tech]
You’re crazy, I like you, but you’re crazy, my tours paid me
So I used that dough to allure ladies (?) bathe me
Never know that my minds for sure shady
Pure Hades, Rev X Stady couldn’t endure to save me
Why did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with a cigarette
In the same spot 10 times in a row when I felt that burn upon the clitoris?
I’ma get her wet, sorry to get carried away, I feel stupid cause I ain’t did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts, I get vexed but I ain’t bit her neck
Open! I try to contain it but that damn dame thang’s soakin’
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So serious, all the time
I feel distress, I feel confide
I cannot take your whispering, your whispering

I wanna dance without you
I want just let me lose myself lose myself
I wanna dance without you
I want just let me lose myself lose myself for life
Let me lose myself

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My new boy used to be a model
He looks way better than you
He looks way better than you
My new boy, gets it how to get me
His love is deeper, you know
He’s a real keeper, you know

Bang, bang, bang I’m breaking in
Stealing all my love back, giving it to him
Bang, bang, bang, this time I win
I thought your love was all that,
Til I let him in

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Play it safe, play it cool
If you ever emote, you’re playing the fool
Is that the way you think it is?
You can’t get yours if he ain’t getting his c’mon
You know how you are

First you’re up, up, down, down
One day your in, the next one you’re out
You wanna freak out? C’mon!
You wanna freak out? C’mon!

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[Kelly Rowland]
Go, go, go, go
(Remix)
Go, go, go, go

[Busta Rhymes]
Baby, I love the way we act so civil with eachother
We can giggle with eachother, we can nibble on eachother
When we make love, the way that we be crippling each other
Go me feeling like you really dipping me in butter
Closing every door and I be closing every shutter
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[Intro]
Yes, Greezy, Brooklyn, yes!

[Chorus]
Gettin money hoe, smokin loud too
Kush burnin pockets on high volume
We the realest team, do the realest things
KG nigga, we really in the streets
Kush – is already rolled
Brooklyn – you already know
Let’s get it – everything is a go
Hammer drawn we here for the dough
Get low – we back in the game
This time – and we not gon’ play
Word life, it’s time for the money
All haters better stay in your lane

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[Verse 1]
She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set
Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,
This particular evening she wanted to ride jets
Even though I now shawty was bad news, I played it cool
Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes
Misreading signals, attachment issues,
Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips
Got homies searching for relationships,
She not tryna hear my type of bitch
She ran a story to me over grape juice and ciroc sips
Married to a doctor, cuddle master
Don’t fuck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her
On the low, she fucking his partners, feel her boys inside her
Cause she weren’t fucking with a rider

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[Printz Board]
Printz Board on the beat

[Carlos Olivero]
Y’all ready
Los
Hey
Ay
Bash
Show ’em how it is, mayne

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[Slug]
My old lady say I’m paranoid
She thinks that I’m not on point
cause I pace around with no purpose
Observant, peek out the curtains
I don’t recognize that car
So why’s it parked right in front of my yard?
It’s been there for the last few minutes
It seems too suspicious
It’s gon’ be another long night
So set the alarm and the motion lights
Protect my house
That fence ain’t enough to keep the riffraff out
Somebody gon’ test
I’m breaking out in a sweat
It make the hair on my arms all stand up tall
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[Slug]
Never run of the mill when I shoot the pill
I’m a son of a spill, I’ve got boots to fill
Showed up with a deuce-deuce of swill
and a guardian angel on my Coupe de Ville
Shark in the lake, heart strike the drum
Mark landscape with a dart-like tongue
Spit my blood from deep in the gut
Smoking cigarette butts with my fingerless gloves
Pull over at the welcome sign
and raise a toast to those that fell behind
Everybody else got a crippled spine
from tryna take it back to a simple time
Keep a little pine tree, hang from my rearview
Beats turned up just enough not to hear you
Gonna swim till the fins get torn
I shall return, keep the engine warm

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