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Club lights, we fight every night (every night) | Baby, I don't wanna do that (I don't wanna do that) | Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite (dirty S…
Club lights, we fight every night (every night) Baby, I don't wanna do that (I don't wanna do that) Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite (dirty Sprite) She like "How the fuck you do that?" (How the fuck you do that?) I can't be there all the time (all the time) But you know I gotta prove that (know I gotta prove that) I can't leave here anytime soon (nah) I got somethin' to do, yeah Walk away as the door slams (door slams) You got blood on your poor hands (poor hands) I just wanted to help Now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams I know you wanna FaceTime, baby, I have Samsung When I met your mom, she told me I was handsome You told me I'm sexy, do you still think that? You told me you loved me, do you still think that? 3 a.m., climbin' through your window Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out your window You're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes 3 a.m., climbin' through your window Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out your window You're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes Club lights, we fight every night (every night) Baby, I don't wanna do that (I don't wanna do that) Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite (dirty Sprite) She like "How the fuck you do that?" (How the fuck you do that?) I can't be there all the time (all the time) But you know I gotta prove that (know I gotta prove that) I can't leave here anytime soon (nah) I got somethin' to do, yeah Walk away as the door slams (door slams) You got blood on your poor hands (poor hands) I just wanted to help Now I'm goin' to hell Walk away as the door slams
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