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Pyrex
Pyrex
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Southside
Southside
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808 Mafia
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Kedrick Cannady
Kedrick Cannady
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Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
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Southside
Southside
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808 Mafia Hey Southside, where'd you get all that drip? Ain't nobody perfect, we say things we never mean to Sorry if I hurt you when I told you I ain't need you If I say I love you, she gon' say I hate you She know that my heart too big for me, it's trying to break through Give her all my love, she turn her back and get so evil Makin' so all these diamonds, shawty treat me like I'm see through You all in my head, you stay and later it's hard to leave you We both tryna make it work but we need different people I can read your mind babe, tell me what you need Late night, pull up, fill you up before they know they eat I can't wait to fill you up and chill right next to me Late night, pull up, murder scene, that pussy R.I.P. Know this shit get hard for you, 'cause shit's so hard for me Let me take it off of you and put it on me Sometimes on my phone shawty, don't you call me weak I know I can argue but I can never cheat They try and catch no homicide, but I can't let you leave How do I let my feelings show with chrome hearts on my sleeve? Real life sleeping rain is harder, forming lucid dreams When I'm on these drugs, sometimes I'm moody, I get mean Ain't nobody perfect, we say things we never mean to Sorry if I hurt you when I told you I ain't need you If I say I love you, she gon' say I hate you She know that my heart too big for me, it's trying to break through Give her all my love, she turn her back and get so evil Makin' so all these diamonds, shawty treat me like I'm see through You all in my head, you stay and later it's hard to leave you We both tryna make it work but we need different people I can read your mind babe, tell me what you need Late night, pull up, fill you up before they know they eat I can't wait to fill you up and chill right next to me Late night, pull up, murder scene, that pussy R.I.P. No, no
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Kedrick Isaiah Cannady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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