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(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Let's get away for the weekend, and take a bae-cation
I f*ck with you enough, that you ain't got to pay anything
Ain't got to dip inside your purse, no you could stay saving
I know you got your own, and that's why bitches stay hating
And you so real, the type to split a bill by fifty-fifty
Ain't like the ho's with agendas, and moving really gritty
You got your standards, but far from being what's picky-picky
You always traveling, next destination Windy City
Yeah passport gang, you travel 'round the globe
Booking flights and resorts, yeah you like the sound of those
No, you don't even seem to fit around them ho's
Oh Ponche Kuba lit, she steady downing those
What you on baby ? tell me what the deal is
You was the baddest from I seen you, and you still is
Tell me all your fantasies, and i'll fulfill it
Luka Magnotta, give me your cat i'ma kill it
Hit from the front and choke you out, all while staring in your eyes
Turn you 'round then give back shots, tearing in your spine
Grip the sheets and bite the pillow, ain't no sparing you'll be fine
All them bitches and them niggas, got no bearing in your mind
You bite my earlobe, and then you put that cat on me baby
Fifty-fifty let's fall in love, and go half in love and go half on a baby
Don't you text them niggas back, I might just wack one them baby
You tell me not to worry 'bout it, 'cause i'm past all 'em baby
And you so real, the type to split a bill by fifty-fifty
Ain't like the ho's with agendas, and moving really gritty
You got your standards, but far from being what's picky-picky
You always traveling, next destination Windy City
Yeah passport gang, you travel 'round the globe
Booking flights and resorts, yeah you like the sound of those
No, you don't even seem to fit around them ho's
Oh Ponche Kuba lit, she steady downing those
Oh yeah she got expensive taste, but don't mind eating fast food
Money ain't the issue, it all just depend on that mood
She ain't street at all, I mentioned dog food, she though it's category cat food
I couldn't help myself, as soon it's said I had to laugh fool
She thought I was making fun of her, but I had thought it's mad cute
Haha, I'ma ass to
She know it and see it, but that don't phase her at all
She got trust issues just like me, 'cause she been played in the heart
I run the streets, and she'll stay up 'till I get back safe
She know the shit we get into, for we could get that cake
She seen potential, so she tell me "baby sit back wait"
When it's your time you finna blow, and have 'em pissed and hate
Let's get away for the weekend, and take a bae-cation
I f*ck with you enough, that you ain't got to pay anything
Ain't got to dip inside your purse, no you could stay saving
I know you got your own, and that's why bitches stay hating
(Lil Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

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