A Bm I was duped, didn't know the truthA Bm Got rid of my old flame, now I got a booA Bm And now I'm feeling cool, I'm feeling brand newA Bm I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)A Bm This is dedicated to my ex loversA Bm Hope that you hear this, never find anotherA Bm Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretendA Bm Hope your playdate's at your weddingBm Yeah, the one I won't attendA Bm This is dedicated to my ex loversA Bm Hope that you hear this, never find anotherA Bm Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretendA Hope your playdate's at your weddingBm Yeah, the one I won't attend (Sike)A Bm Vultures at the altar tell the pastor to watch his backA Bm My girl said she wanted change and then she got a quarterbackA Bm Well, damn, I ain't no football playerA Bm But I hit it harder than a football playerA The girl of my dreams just became a girlBm And well, we can talk about that laterA Bm Honeymoon in your hometown, bitch, you broke nowA Bm Your mama ask about me almost every weekA Bm He can speak in tongue, talkin' bout "Forever hold your peace"A Bm I said peace, please hurry up and kiss so I can eatA Tootsie roll and your tippy toesBm So much soul that my soul got soulA Your auntie and uncle, they love meBm All your bridesmaids wanna fuck meA Bm Your groom look like a broom and it make me "hahaha"A Bm Girl, I coulda been your Pap and you be my Remy MaA Bm I was duped, didn't know the truthA Bm Got rid of my old flame, now I got a booA Bm And now I'm feeling cool, I'm feeling brand newA Bm I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)A Bm This is dedicated to my ex loversA Bm Hope that you hear this, never find anotherA Bm Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretendA Bm Hope your playdate's at your weddingBm Yeah, the one I won't attendA Bm This is dedicated to my ex loversA Bm Hope that you hear this, never find anotherA Bm Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretendA Hope your playdate's at your weddingBm Yeah, the one I won't attend (Sike)A Yes, I've been balling, yeahBm Maybachs to Lambos and 'Raris, yeahA Fresh in that CartierBm Take off your clothes, we get naughty, yeahA Whole party lit, bad bitches everywhereBm Gang in this bitch, nawfside extraordinaire (gang!)A Pipe up the city, the diamonds gon' light up the cityBm I got your girl on the lowA I slide in it, and then I'ma dodge in itBm I got her selling her soulA Pick up five bags in a rowBm White diamonds look like the PopeA Gucci Python on the loafersBm Yeah, my pinky look just like the oceanA It's colder, North DakotaBm From the bowl to the chauffeursA Bm Having fun in a Rollster, in Milan copping GoyardA Bm Now that I'm taking over, your hand out, but I don't owe ya I came from the dirt, soilA Bm I was duped, didn't know the truthA Bm Got rid of my old flame, now I got a booA Bm And now I'm feeling cool, I'm feeling brand newA Bm I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)A Bm This is dedicated to my ex loversA Bm Hope that you hear this, never find anotherA Bm Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretendA Bm Hope your playdate's at your weddingBm Yeah, the one I won't attendA Bm This is dedicated to my ex loversA Bm Hope that you hear this, never find anotherA Bm Me and my friends, we don't worry or pretendA Hope your playdate's at your weddingBm Yeah, the one I won't attend (Sike)
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