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Damn right, I'ma try hard. When it come to this, I don't try at all
Baby, wait your turn, it ain't your time to talk
Baby, wait your turn, I hate you mad, but I love ya' walk
It's been a long, long Sunday. I ain't where I want right now, but I'll be there one day
For that bitch, every damn way. I got pounds, pounds, I ain't talking weight
Niggas get high and then they celebrate. I got a big booty, bitch, on me, take me out of space
I'm cool with my exes, all of them. In her eyes, I can't do a thing wrong
Baby face with my bankroll, full grown. Full blown, AP two tone
Shawty come with me, get you a new home. Canary yellow diamonds, some of em' blue stone
I'm a protege, I shine like the brightest star. Pull up in a truck, I'm too big for a car
What I'm talm' bout', the foreign ones. You versus gang, nigga, it's four to one
Barely know my dad, my daddy, only son. Not a deadbeat, he be chasing Munyuns
I'ma change your life forever, I swear. I ain't getting married to none of these devils here
Shit won't leave me, shit love my atmosphere. Zone four, child, we come from Adamsville
Zone four, zone four
Gospel sprung in fields of love. Love thy enemies. Always love thy enemies
Damn right, I'ma try hard. When it come to this, I don't try at all
Baby, wait your turn. It ain't your time to talk
Baby, wait your turn. I hate you mad, but I love you, woah
It's been a long, long Sunday. I ain't where I want right now, but I'll be there one day
For that bitch, every damn way. I got pounds. Pounds, I ain't talking weight

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Alex Batie

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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