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Oh my God Say she want me then she doin' me wrong Oh my God Should've known that you gon' turn out to be a fraud I've been staring in the mirror, fighting with myself I've been mixing up the potion but nothing can help Oh my God Oh my God, oh my God Tear me apart Should've known you were a demon from the start (Oh-oh my God) I can't concentrate (Oh-oh my God) 'Cause it turned out that you lied to me (Oh-oh my God) You catch a flight to me (Oh-oh my God) Then pretend I put it all behind me (Oh-oh my God) Oh my God (Oh-oh my God) Turns out you're a fraud (Oh-oh my God) Oh-oh my God Oh-oh my God Oh-oh my God Oh-oh my God Oh-oh my God Make like a hundred an hour, hah Why this bitch lookin' so sour? Hah (Oh-oh my God) Stack up my money like tower, hah She fill up her nose with the powder, Hah That boy think he Hard, he a coward, Hah That boy think he loud, I get louder, Hah I fill my cup to the top with that tris (Hah) Bitch I ain't sippin' no cider (Hah) Where yo' man at he missin' (Hah) Yeah my cup look like I pissed in it (Hah) Yeah yo' man dead, he shot down (Hah) It's time to stop reminiscing him (Hah) (Hah) I got my chin high on my crimson shit (Hah) Brodie like to talk crazy (hah) till I pull up and unload that clip, hah (Oh-oh my God) Pourin' up tris, when I'm with his bitch I'm flippin' his whip, on bro (Oh-oh my God) High point the blick, he ain't on shit When you turn me on take notes (Oh-oh my God) I don't mean to brag, I boast I'm sippin' that broja, pourin' up potion (Oh-oh my God) This shit in my wood is potent Za got me choking Bitch wear a choker Boy you broke, um you can't get no broker (Oh-oh my God) You cant buy that shit, boy don't call no broker (Oh-oh my God) You cant fly this ship, give me 'mote controller (Oh-oh my God) You cant tap this in, you need a new motor (Oh-oh my God) Hundreds of K's, sit in the safe You still rocking Bape, Batman cape (Oh-oh my God) He playin' the bait, her ass look fake I'm taking that bait, the difference it make, none Smoking Bubblegum Gelato Twin say he got dibs, I'ma still dm miss Mulatto I think I'm that guy, legs shaking like vibrato Put it on God he high, I'll show 'em high It ain't shit to go get the nine, and the pull up make 'em fly Sippin' Polyjuice, pussy I'm the truth If you run up you can try Heh Oh-oh my God